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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 when I got my
Creeping up on me and I got one on the wheel

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

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

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

shoes, lady singing the blues, them sad ballads
Fried chicken, collad greens, and potato
Surrounded them by [unverified] of members 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 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 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
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 moved nice on the
Hit 'em up and buck and leave them when I'm tipsy
Ain't no love for the true thugs die for this shit
Wit 150 round drum ride for this

Fuck the hard end locs, pass the fo fo
And watch me smoke them hoes the last hit of indo, and fo' sho
I smash and blast, nigga, when I'm provoked a doe of platinum coke
I holds down a

Why you smiling for? These niggas playing 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 scenes wit machines if you want my

It ain't no in between through your temple
When your crossing the realest niggas to 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 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 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
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

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

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

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

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 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
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