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Eye for an eye, or you die
Eye for an eye, or you die
Eye for an eye, or you die
Eye for an eye, or you die

Won't leave the house I'm strapped up
I get backed up in the traffic
is dumping on me when I got my zapper
Creeping up on me and I got one on the wheel

One on the steel, trying to break a nigga for skrill
And I'm wit sharp shootin' skills
Funk season, whatever the reason, I'm wit drama
me one of them mangie ass niggas

Runnin' home, cryin' to
So I kick the to eliminate the whole situation
Fuckin' wit me, me will ended up, having his family
Face it, no charges leaving the behind until

You better game
Bow when real niggas bail through yo hood
But won't be caught up in a
on us unless you end up sleeping wit the fish

Seamin' shoes, lady the blues, them sad ballads
chicken, collad greens, and potato salads
Surrounded them by [unverified] of family members
Eye for an eye, you or you die

Eye for an eye, you ride or you die or you die
get at cha and run back at them but let them bullets fly
Eye for an eye, you or you die ride or you die
Niggas get at cha and run back at them but let them fly

Eye for an eye, you ride or you die or you die
Niggas get at cha and run back at but let them bullets fly
Eye for an eye, you or you die ride or you die
Niggas get at cha and run back at them but let them fly

He got the Mac One-O and nice on the piggies
Hit 'em up and buck and them struck when I'm tipsy
Ain't no love for the true thugs that die for shit
Wit 150 round drum ride for this

the hard hats end locs, pass the fo fo
And watch me them hoes like the last hit of indo, and fo' sho
I smash and blast, nigga, I'm provoked with a doe of platinum coke
I down a fort

Why you smiling for? These niggas playing games on the
where they meet the heat, they sweep they ass up off of they feet
This no fairy tale, you fuckin' with Cel
Hit the scenes wit machines if you my team

It ain't no in seventeen through your temple
When your the realest niggas to spit this killa shit on the mic
And make the world feel us, hit 'em wit rounds
[Unverified] of hollows we follow niggas to they spine
And chop they ass up wit

Eye for an eye, you or you die ride or you die
get at cha and run back at them but let them bullets fly
Eye for an eye, you ride or you die or you die
Niggas get at cha and run back at but let them bullets fly

Eye for an eye, you or you die ride or you die
Niggas get at cha and run back at but let them bullets fly
Eye for an eye, you or you die ride or you die
Niggas get at cha and run back at them but let them fly

I ain't no actor bitch, my life is than the movies
For real though, from steel toes to my uzi pushin' S.S's
Benz, Beamers, to and chase my strip down
Wit X.O., Henn, and Remi, Rolex on my

Hundred dollar crisp, I pull the blunt from my lip
Then the 4-5 from my hip and spit, the incredible medical or core
The medacine gas ever set off in a war, westcoast's the spot
Where we lock our million dollar doors, survival in hell, heat

Ducking from them, I'm just a thug
Step on your street and my heat and then I plug niggas
I be a G from the G.B.C. why I mug niggas
Don't flag I just sag and a mag and get off in the snitches asses
You a bitch but ride or die, screaming out the block
I'll have you die wit doc

Eye for an eye, you ride or you die or you die
get at cha and run back at them but let them bullets fly
Eye for an eye, you or you die ride or you die
Niggas get at cha and run back at them but let them fly

Eye for an eye, you or you die ride or you die
Niggas get at cha and run at them but let them bullets fly
Eye for an eye, you or you die ride or you die
Niggas get at cha and run at them but let them bullets fly