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Nigga you s*** on me, I s*** on you
You put a hit on me, I put a hit on you
A eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga

You 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

I'm on that doggy style s***, man, I don't love a hoe
Papa wasn't around so I had to let my brother know
Never stay in center, play the back and let your money grow
Most them niggas wouldn't be around if you was bummy yo

South side, Jamaica neighbor, yeah, that's where I come from
If you see a nigga with me then it's more than one gun
Five straight soldier ain't that tired of being the dumb one
Or you 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 s***
Smiling all up in my face like I don't know them niggas sick
But I can care less, I'm on the album and I'm gettin' rich

Nigga you s*** on me, I s*** on you
You put a hit on me, I put a hit on you
A eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga

Walkin' and talkin', spit it how I live it nigga
Came from the country, dirty south get it nigga
Feds tryin' to question me, they run up in my hotel
They said there was a shootin' but they found no shells

New York City, hell 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 up, hop 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 this niggas softer than shawty
I'm ma keep livin' my life with a pistol in my palm
And a wrist full of ice, you can call me the don

We want tha eye an' son
Make one wrong move and your dyin'
Ain't no time for coppin' heat nigga ya crying
'Cause my niggas ain't goin' stop ridin', so you gone

Nigga you s*** on me , I s*** on you
You put a hit on me, I put a hit on you
An eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga

I got a hand gun habit, nigga front I'll let ya have it
When the shots go off cops sayin' 50 back at it
I'm allergic to the feathers on these bird ass niggas
Front and I'll put ya brains on that curb fast nigga

I ain't a marksman my spark and I'll spray s***
Enough rounds for the Hk, I don't play b****
Move like I'm militant back on that gorilla s***
Moody, disrespectful, I'm ruley but niggas can't move me

I squeeze till I run outta ammo, if it's a problem, it's handled
I'll have your people pourin' out liquor and lightin' candles
You f*** 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 herse
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

Nigga you s*** on me, I s*** on you
You put a hit on me, I put a hit on you
An eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga

Nigga you s*** on me, I s*** on you
You put a hit on me, I put a hit on you
An eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga