Yea, I the way this feel This makes me wanna (G G G G G G-Unit) Bucks up! 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 wit me I'm LLoyd Banks the one and only Not your buddy, not pal, not your homie There a government around that can control me, ohhh no I'm on doggy style shit, man I don't love a hoe Apple around so I had to let my brother know Never stay in center, play the back and let your money Most them niggas wouldn't be if you was bummy yo South side Jamaica nigga yeah thats where I from If you see a nigga with me theres more than one gun Five straight soldier ain't that 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 face I don't know them niggas sick But I can less, I'm on the album and I'm gettin' rich 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) Walkin' and spit it how I live it nigga Came from the country, dirty south get it Feds to question me, they run up in my hotel They said there wasn't shootin', but they no shells New York City, Hell they niggas 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 game There bout the sound of a Trey-Pound That me pull up, hop out and make a nigga lay down See every time we round' ya some shots 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 keep livin' my life with a pistol in my palm And a full of ice You can call me the Don We want the eye 'n' son make one wrong move and dyin' Ain't no for coppin' heat nigga ya cryin' 'Cause my niggas ain't ridin', so you gone 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 shots or die I got a hand gun habit, nigga I'll let ya have it the shots go off cops sayin 50 back at it I'm alergic to the feathers on bird ass niggas and I'll put ya brains on that curbed fence nigga I a marksman my spark and I'll spray shit Enough rounds for the H K I play bitch Move like I'm militant back on that gorilla 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 your people out liquor and lightin' candles You fuck I'll blow your brains on my New York Times Run home to the sports section and read your mind It's crystal clear you should feel when that gat First it's crime 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 banged up, you 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)