Yea, I like the way this This me wanna just (G G G G G G-Unit) Bucks up! haha (Female "G-Unit") Yea. 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 the shots or die nigga You can't roll wit me I'm LLoyd the one and only Not your buddy, not your pal, not homie There ain't a government around that can control me, no I'm on that doggy shit, man I don't love a hoe Apple wasn't around so I had to let my brother Never stay in center, play the back and let money grow Most niggas wouldn't be around if you was bummy yo South side nigga yeah thats where I come from If you see a nigga with me then more than one gun Five straight soldier ain't that tired of the dumb one Or satisfied 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 album and I'm gettin' 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 (Die nigga) Walkin' and talkin' spit it how I it nigga Came from the country, dirty south get it Feds tryin to question me, they run up in my They said there wasn't shootin', but they found no New York City, they throwin' niggas under jails I got love for and I ain't even from there Now a shot 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 niggas get there snatched when they try and show off Shoot in broad day we do it the mob way And come to find out niggas is softer than Shawty I'mma 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 ain't goin'stop ridin', so you gone 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 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 bird ass niggas and I'll put ya brains on that curbed fence nigga I ain't a marksman my spark and I'll shit rounds for the H K I don't play bitch Move like I'm militant on that gorilla shit Moody, disrespectful, I'm but niggas can't move me I squeeze till I run outta ammo, if it's a problem it's I'll have your pourin' out liquor and lightin' candles You fuck around I'll blow your on my New York Times Run home to the sports section and read your mind It's crystal clear you should feel when gat bust First it's crime scene tape then you end up in that Black 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 on me, I'll 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)