Chorus

Nigga you shit on mei ll shit on you
You put a hit on mei ll put a hit on you
A eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga

Lloyd Banks

You can t roll wit me i m Lloyd Banks the one and only
not your buddynot your palnot your homie
there ain t a government around that can control meohhh no
I m on that doggy style shitman i don t love a hoe
apple wasn t around so i had to let my brother know
never stay in centerplay the back and let your money grow
most them nigga wouldn t be around if you was bummy yo
south side jamaica nigga yeah thats where i come from
if you see a nigga with me then theres more than one gun
five straight soldier ain t that tired of being the dumb one
or even satisfied being another niggas dun-dun
we all know friendships turn sour when you gettin it
some niggas hate me in the hood but i don t owe them niggas shit
smilein all up in my face like i don t know them niggas sick
but i can care lessi m on the album and i m gettin rich.

Chorus

Nigga you shit on mei ll shit on you
You put a hit on mei ll put a hit on you
A eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga

Young Buck

Walkin and talkin spit it how i live it nigga
Came from the countrydirty south get it nigga
Feds tryin to question methey run up in my hotel
they said there wasn t shootin but they found no shells
New york cityhell they throwin niggas 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 nigga
I m still in the game nigga
There somethin bout the sound of a trey-pound
That make me pull uphop out and make a nigga lay down
See every time we round ya hear some shots go off
And niggas get there chains snatched when they try and show off
Shoot outs in broad day we do it the mob way
And come to find out these niggas is softer than shawty
I mma keep livin my life with a pistol in my palm and a wrist full of ice
you can call me the don.

chorus

Nigga you shit on mei ll shit on you
You put a hit on mei ll put a hit on you
A eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga

50

I got a hand gun habitnigga front i ll let ya have it
When the shots go off cops sayin 50 back at it
I m alergic to the feathers on these bird ass niggas
Front and i ll put ya brains on that curbed fence nigga
I ain t a marksman my spark and i ll spray shit
Enough rounds for the Hk i don t play bitch
Move like i m militant back on that gorilla shit
Moodydisrespectfuli m ruley but niggas can t move me
I squeeze till i run outta ammoif it s a problem it s handled
I ll have your people pourin out liquor and lightin candles
You fuck around i ll blow your brains on my new york times
Run home turn to the sports section and read your mind
It s crystal clear you should feel when that gat bust
First it s crime scene tape then you end up in that black hurst
We don t go to funerals but we ll go to your wake fam
View your body all banged upyou made a mistake man.

Chorus X2

Nigga you shit on mei ll shit on you
You put a hit on mei ll put a hit on you
A eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga

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