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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 unless I'm strapped up
I get backed up in the traffic
Niggas is on me when I got my zapper
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 wit sharp shootin' skills
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 leaving the body behind until

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

shoes, lady singing the blues, them sad ballads
Fried chicken, collad greens, and salads
them by [unverified] of family 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 them but let 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 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 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

He got the Mac and moved 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

Fuck the hard hats end locs, 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 playing games on the street
That's where they the heat, they sweep they ass up off of they feet
This ain't no tale, you fuckin' with Cel
Hit the wit machines if you want my team

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

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 them but let them 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 back at but let them bullets fly

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

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

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

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