Yea, I like the way this This me wanna just (G G G G G G-Unit) up! haha haha (Female "G-Unit") Yea. Nigga you shit on me, shit on you You put a hit on me, put a hit on you A eye for an eye Survive the shots or die You can't roll wit me I'm Banks the one and only Not your buddy, not your pal, not your ain't a government around that can control me, ohhh no I'm on that doggy style shit, man I don't a hoe wasn't around so I had to let my brother know Never stay in center, play the back and let your grow Most them niggas wouldn't be around if you was yo South side Jamaica nigga thats where I come from If you see a nigga with me then more than one gun Five soldier ain't that tired of being the dumb one Or even being another niggas dun-dun We all know turn sour when you gettin' it Some niggas hate me in the hood but I owe them niggas shit Smellin' all up in my face I don't know them niggas sick But I can care less, I'm on the and I'm gettin' rich you shit 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 or die nigga (Die nigga) Walkin' and spit it how I live it nigga from the country, dirty south get it nigga Feds tryin to me, they run up in my hotel They said there wasn't shootin', but they no shells New York City, they throwin' niggas under jails I got love for them and I even 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 That make me pull up, hop out and make a nigga lay See every time we round' ya hear some go off And niggas get there snatched when they try and show off Shoot outs in day we do it the mob way And come to out these niggas is softer than Shawty I'mma keep my life with a pistol in my palm And a wrist of ice You can me the Don motherfucker We want the eye 'n' son make one move and your dyin' Ain't no time for heat nigga ya cryin' 'Cause my niggas goin'stop ridin', so you gone 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 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 alergic to the feathers on these ass niggas Front and I'll put ya on that curbed fence nigga I ain't a marksman my spark and spray shit Enough for the H K I don't play bitch Move like I'm back on that gorilla shit Moody, disrespectful, I'm ruley but can't move me I squeeze till I run outta ammo, if it's a it's handled I'll have people pourin' out liquor and lightin' candles You around I'll blow your brains on my New York Times Run home turn to the sports and read your mind It's crystal clear you should feel when that gat First it's crime scene tape then you end up in that Black We don't go to but we'll go to your wake fam View your body all banged up, you made a man you shit 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 or die nigga (Die nigga) 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 Survive the shots or die (Die nigga)