Yea, I like the way this This makes me just (G G G G G G-Unit) Bucks up! haha (Female "G-Unit") Yea. Nigga you shit on me, I'll on you You put a hit on me, put a hit on you A eye for an eye the shots or die nigga You can't roll wit me I'm LLoyd Banks the one and Not buddy, not your pal, not your homie There ain't a government around can control me, ohhh no I'm on doggy style shit, man I don't love a hoe Apple wasn't around so I had to let my know Never stay in center, play the and let your money grow Most them niggas wouldn't be around if you was yo South side Jamaica nigga yeah where I come from If you see a with me then theres more than one gun Five straight ain't that tired of being the dumb one Or even being another niggas dun-dun We all know friendships turn sour you gettin' it Some niggas me in the hood but I don't owe them niggas shit Smellin' all up in my like I don't know them niggas sick But I can care less, I'm on the album and I'm rich Nigga you shit on me, shit on you You put a hit on me, put a hit on you A eye for an eye the shots or die nigga (Die nigga) Walkin' and talkin' it how I live it nigga Came from the country, dirty south get it tryin to question me, they run up in my hotel They said there shootin', but they found no shells New York City, Hell they throwin' under jails I got love for them and I ain't from there Now bust a for them boys on the block I can feel your pain nigga, I'm still in the nigga There bout the sound of a Trey-Pound make me pull up, hop out and make a nigga lay down See every time we round' ya hear shots go off And get there chains snatched when they try and show off Shoot in broad day we do it the mob way And come to out these niggas is softer than Shawty I'mma keep livin' my life with a pistol in my And a wrist of ice You can call me the Don We want the eye 'n' son one wrong move and your dyin' Ain't no time for coppin' heat ya cryin' 'Cause my ain't goin'stop ridin', so you gone Nigga you on me, I'll shit on you You put a hit on me, put a hit on you A eye for an eye Survive the shots or die I got a hand gun habit, front I'll let ya have it When the shots go off cops 50 back at it I'm to the feathers on these bird ass niggas Front and put ya brains on that curbed fence nigga I ain't a marksman my and I'll spray shit rounds for the H K I don't play bitch Move like I'm militant back on that shit Moody, disrespectful, I'm but niggas can't move me I squeeze till I run outta ammo, if it's a it's handled I'll your people pourin' out liquor and lightin' candles You fuck around I'll blow your brains on my New York Run home turn to the sports section and your mind crystal clear you should feel when that gat bust First it's scene tape then you end up in that Black Hurst We don't go to funerals but we'll go to wake fam View your body all up, you made a mistake man Nigga you shit on me, I'll on you You put a hit on me, put a hit on you A eye for an eye the shots or die nigga (Die nigga) Nigga you shit on me, shit on you You put a hit on me, put a hit on you A eye for an eye the shots or die nigga (Die nigga)