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big flock - eye for an eye (bonus) lyrics

[intro: big flock]
this sh+t crankin’ right? i already know
long live the men
free the men

[hook: big flock]
wish my dawg come back but he can’t
’cause b+tch if he could, he’d be right here with me
it’s either slime or get slimed better keep you your iron
’cause the streets gettin’ way too sticky
n+ggas don’t stand on their word, they too iffy
rounds in the car, it’s a cool 150
who in the car? man, it’s just me and brodie
we like zack and cody
lost two dawgs, one hour
sh+t hurtin’ my soul and lately i ain’t getting no sleep
soon as i’m closing my eyes i’m seeing visions of my men tryna backdoor me
b+tch it’s a eye for an eye
when the temperatures rise, tryna see what the score gon’ be
they talk cash sh+t, but they dying for free

[verse 1: big flock]
i went broke like a injury
sh+t took me out of the game, i was stuck on the bench
bro put me back in the game
come to the hood, i’m the coach i ain’t look back since
n+gga i ain’t squashin’ no beef i ain’t takin’ no sorries
h+ll nah, i ain’t makin’ amends
when i was locked in the feds i was networking
meeting plugs, wasn’t makin’ no friends
moneyboy gone it don’t make any sense
better keep you your stick, the streets getting intense
who the f+ck in that car, we can’t see through the tints
if they droppin’ that window, we shoot through the fence
headshot, we ain’t shooting self defense
my dawg took a cop, he bout to self+surrend’
twelve on d+ck, keep tryna apprehend

[verse 2: bender pullem]
talkin’ that sh+t, i ain’t listening
i ain’t gon’ go to the show if i can’t get my pistol in
hours, i’m spinnin’ they block ’til i’m tired
say he gon’ rob me, n+ggas be dissin’
.762 make his ass do a cartwheel
n+ggas be cappin’ they rap sh+t is not real
n+gga want perkies, i served him some nyquil
n+ggas be goofy and g+y that’s what i feel
thought he was gangster as sh+t, was a ho
b+tch ass n+gga just died off a pole
they can’t match the balenci’, got hit with a ghost
n+ggas ain’t having motion, them n+ggas be broke
try backdoor me, drop some sh+t at your front
boy that p+ssy gon’ bleed like that time of the month
opp from the waterpark, serve you some crunch
opp n+ggas be dissin’, ain’t seen ’em in months

- big flock lyrics

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