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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

leave the house unless I'm strapped up
I get backed up in the traffic
Niggas is dumping on me I got my zapper
up on me and I got one hand on the wheel

One hand on the steel, trying to break a nigga for
And I'm ridin' wit sharp shootin'
Funk season, whatever the reason, I'm dealing wit
Send me one of them ass niggas

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

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

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

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 ride or you die 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 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 that die for this shit
Wit 150 drum ride for this shit

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

Why you for? These niggas playing games on the street
That's where meet the heat, they sweep they ass up off of they feet
This ain't no fairy tale, you fuckin' Cel
Hit the wit machines if you want my team

It no in between seventeen through your temple
When your the realest niggas to spit this killa shit on the mic
And make the feel us, hit 'em wit rounds [unverified]
of hollows then we follow niggas to they spine
And chop ass up wit fully-auto's

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 ride or you die 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 back at them but let them fly
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

I ain't no actor bitch, my life is worser than the
For real though, from toes to my uzi pushin' Impala S.S's
Benz, Beamers, to Lamborginis and chase my 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 medical or hard core
The deadliest medacine gas ever set off in a war, westcoast's the
Where we lock our million dollar doors, in hell, packing heat

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

Eye for an eye, you ride or you die 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 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 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