Yea, I the way this feel makes me wanna just (G G G G G G-Unit) Bucks up! haha (Female "G-Unit") Yea. Nigga you shit on me, shit on you You put a hit on me, put a hit on you A eye for an eye Survive the shots or die You can't roll wit me I'm LLoyd the one and only Not buddy, not your pal, not your homie There ain't a government around that can me, ohhh no I'm on that doggy style shit, man I don't a hoe Apple wasn't around so I had to let my brother Never stay in center, play the back and let your grow Most them wouldn't be around if you was bummy yo side Jamaica nigga yeah thats where I come from If you see a nigga with me then more than one gun Five straight soldier ain't tired of being the dumb one Or even satisfied being another dun-dun We all know turn sour when you gettin' it Some niggas hate me in the but I don't owe them niggas shit all up in my face like I don't know them niggas sick But I can care less, I'm on the and I'm gettin' rich Nigga you shit on me, shit on you You put a hit on me, put a hit on you A eye for an eye the shots or die nigga (Die nigga) Walkin' and spit it how I live it nigga from the country, dirty south get it nigga Feds tryin to question me, they run up in my said there wasn't shootin', but they found no shells New York City, Hell they throwin' under jails I got love for them and I even from there Now bust a shot for boys on the block I can feel your nigga, I'm still in the game nigga There somethin' bout the sound of a make me pull up, hop out and make a nigga lay down See every we round' ya hear some shots go off And niggas get there chains snatched when they try and off Shoot in broad day we do it the mob way And to find out these niggas is softer than Shawty I'mma keep livin' my life with a pistol in my And a full of ice You can call me the Don We want the eye 'n' son make one wrong move and dyin' Ain't no time for coppin' nigga ya cryin' 'Cause my niggas ain't ridin', so you gone Nigga you on me, I'll shit on you You put a hit on me, put a hit on you A eye for an eye the shots or die nigga I got a gun habit, nigga front I'll let ya have it When the shots go off cops 50 back at it I'm alergic to the feathers on these bird ass Front and I'll put ya brains on curbed fence nigga I ain't a my spark and I'll spray shit Enough rounds for the H K I don't bitch Move like I'm militant back on gorilla shit Moody, disrespectful, I'm ruley but niggas move me I till I run outta ammo, if it's a problem it's handled have your people pourin' out liquor and lightin' candles You fuck around I'll your brains on my New York Times Run home turn to the sports section and read mind It's crystal clear you should feel when that gat First it's crime scene tape then you end up in Black Hurst We don't go to funerals but we'll go to your fam your body all banged up, you made a mistake man Nigga you on me, I'll shit on you You put a hit on me, put a hit on you A eye for an eye Survive the or die nigga (Die nigga) you shit on me, I'll shit on you You put a hit on me, put a hit on you A eye for an eye Survive the or die nigga (Die nigga)