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dj whoo kid - eye for an eye lyrics

[intro: 50 cent & (tracie spencer)]
yeah, i like the way this feel
this make me wanna just, g+g+g+g, g+unit!
buck somethin’, hahaha (g+unit!)

[chorus: 50 cent]
n+gga you sh+t on me
i sh+t on you
you put a hit on me
i put a hit on you
an eye for an eye, n+gga
survive the shots or die n+gga
get ’em banks

[lloyd banks]
they can’t hold me
i’m lloyd banks the one and only
not your buddy, not your pal, not your homie
there ain’t a government around that can control me
oh no

[verse 1: lloyd banks]
uh
i’m on that doggystyle sh+t, man i don’t love a hoe
poppa wan’t ’round, so i had to let my brother know
never stay the center, play the back and let your money grow
most them n+ggas wouldn’t be around if you was bummy yo
southside jamaica neighbor yeah that’s where i come from
if you see a n+gga wit me then there’s more than one gun
fly straight soldier, ain’t cha tired a bein’ the dumb one
or are you satisfied bein’ another n+gga’s dunn+dunn
we all know friendships turn sour when you gettin’ it
some n+ggas hate me in the hood, but i don’t owe them n+ggas sh+t
smilin’ all up my face like i don’t know them n+ggas sick
but i can care less, i’m on the island and i’m gettin’ rich
[chorus: 50 cent]
n+gga you sh+t on me
i sh+t on you
you put a hit on me
i put a hit on you
an eye for an eye n+gga
survive the shots or die n+gga

[verse 2: young buck]
walk it and talk it, spit it how i live it n+gga
came from the country, dirty south get it n+gga
feds try and question me, they run up in my hotel
they said there was a shootin’, but they found no sh+lls
new york city h+ll they throwin’ n+ggas under jails
i got love for them and i ain’t even from there
now bust a shot for them boys on the block
i can feel your pain n+gga, i’m still in the game n+gga
there’s somethin’ ’bout the sound of a trey pound
that make me pull up, hop out, and make a n+gga lay down
see every time we ’round, you hear some shots go off
and n+ggas get they chains sn+tched when they tryna to show off
shoot outs in broad day, we do it the mob way
and come to find out, these n+ggas softer than sade’
i’ma keep livin’ my life with a pistol in my palm
and a wrist full of ice, you can call me a don, motherf+cker
[interlude: lloyd banks]
we got the iron
so make one wrong move and ya dyin’
ain’t no time for coppin’ a plea and cryin’
’cause my n+ggas ain’t gon’ stop ridin’
’till you gone

[chorus: 50 cent]
n+gga you sh+t on me
i sh+t on you
you put a hit on me
i put a hit on you
an eye for an eye n+gga
survive the shots or die n+gga

[verse 3: 50 cent]
i got a handgun habit, n+gga front i’ll let you have it
when the shots go off, cops sayin’ 50 back at it
i’m allergic to the feathers on these bird ass n+ggas
front and i’ll put your brains on that curb fast, n+gga (woo!)
i ain’t a marksman, one spark and i spray sh+t
nuff rounds from that h.k., i don’t play b+tch
move like i’m militant, back on that gorilla sh+t
moody, disrespectful, unruly, but n+ggas can’t move me
i squeeze ’till i run outta ammo, if it’s a problem it’s handled
i have your people pourin’ our liquor and lightin’ candles
you f+ck around, i blow your brains on my new york times
run home, turn to the sports section and read ya mind
it’s crystal clear, you should feel when that gat bust
first there’s crime scene tape, then you end up in that black he+rs+
we don’t go to funerals, but we’ll go to your wake, fam
view your body all banged up, you made a mistake, man
[chorus: 50 cent]
n+gga you sh+t on me
i sh+t on you
you put a hit on me
i put a hit on you
an eye for an eye n+gga
survive the shots or die n+gga
n+gga you sh+t on me
i sh+t on you
you put a hit on me
i put a hit on you
an eye for an eye n+gga
survive the shots or die n+gga

[outro: 50 cent]
ha ha ha ha
n+ggas is like “ay, ay minister do you think you can get 50 off my ass” ha ha ha “could you stop this n+gga from f+ckin’ up everybody, we can’t get no money…my motherf+ckin’ rent due”
you know i mean, motherf+ckers ride around in dirty ass ??? you know i mean, ??? black child motherf+cker, i k!ll you n+gga, i do you a favor if i k!ll you n+gga

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