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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tracie Spencer
Tracie Spencer
Background Vocals
50 Cent
50 Cent
Vocals
Lloyd Banks
Lloyd Banks
Vocals
Young Buck
Young Buck
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Lloyd
Christopher Lloyd
Songwriter
Curtis James Jackson
Curtis James Jackson
Songwriter
David Brown
David Brown
Songwriter
Tony Cottrell
Tony Cottrell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hi-Tek
Hi-Tek
Producer
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Recording Engineer
Joe Warlick
Joe Warlick
Recording Engineer
José Borges
José Borges
Assistant Recording Engineer
Michael Dobmeier
Michael Dobmeier
Assistant Recording Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Steve Baughman
Steve Baughman
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah
I like the way this feel
This make me wanna just, buck something, haha, yeah
****, you shit on me, I shit on you
You put a hit on me, I'll put a hit on you
A eye for a eye, ****
Survive the shots or die, ****
[Verse 2]
Get 'em, Banks
They can't roll with me
I'm Lloyd Banks, the one and only
Not your buddy, not your pal, I'm not your homie
There ain't a government around that can control me
Oh, no
[Verse 3]
I'm on that doggy style shit, man, I don't love a ho
Papa wasn't 'round, so I had to let my brother know
Never stay in center, play the back and let your money grow
Most of them **** wouldn't be around if you was bummy, yo
Southside, Jamaica, neighbor, yeah, that's where I come from
If you see a **** with me, then there's more than one gun
Five straight soldier, ain't too tired of being the dumb one
Oh, you're satisfied being another ****'s done-done?
We all know friendships turn sour when you getting it
Some **** hate me in the hood but I don't owe them **** shit
Smiling all up in my face like I don't know them **** sick
But I can care less, I'm on the island and I'm getting rich
[Verse 4]
****, you shit on me, I shit on you
You put a hit on me, I'll put a hit on you
A eye for a eye, ****
Survive the shots or die, ****
[Verse 5]
Walking and talking, spit it how I live it, ****
Came from the country, Dirty South get it, ****
Feds try and question me
They run up in my hotel
They said there was a shooting, but they found no shells
New York City hell, they throwing **** under jails
I got love for them, and I ain't even from there
[Verse 6]
Now bust a shot for them boys on the block
I can feel your pain, ****, I'm still in the game, ****
There's something 'bout the sound of a trey pound
That make me pull up, hop out and make a **** lay down
See, every time we 'round, you hear some shots go off
And **** get they chains snatched when they try and show off
Shootouts in broad day, we do it the mob way
And come to find out this **** softer than Sade
I'ma keep living my life with a pistol in my palm
And a wrist full of ice, you can call me a Don, motherfucker
[Verse 7]
We got the eye in
So make one more move and you're dying
Ain't no time for copping a plea and crying
'Cause my **** ain't gon' stop riding
So you gone
[Verse 8]
****, you shit on me, I shit on you
You put a hit on me, I'll put a hit on you
A eye for a eye, ****
Survive the shots or die, ****
[Verse 9]
I got a handgun habit, ****, front, I'll let you have it
When the shots go off, cops saying, 50 back at it
I'm allergic to the feathers on these bird ass ****
Front and I'll put your brains on that curved fence, ****
I ain't a marksman, might spark and I'll spray shit
Enough rounds from that HK, I don't play, bitch
Move like I'm militant, back on that guerrilla shit
Moody, disrespectful, I'm ruley but **** can't move me
[Verse 10]
I squeeze till I run outta ammo
If it's a problem, it's handled
I'll have your people pouring out liquor and lighting candles
You fuck around, I'll blow your brains on my New York Time's
Run home, turn to the sports section and read your mind
It's crystal clear you should fear when that gat bust
First, it's crime scene tape, then you end up in that black hearse
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
[Verse 11]
****, you shit on me, I shit on you
You put a hit on me, I'll put a hit on you
A eye for a eye, ****
Survive the shots or die, ****
[Verse 12]
****, you shit on me, I shit on you
You put a hit on me, I'll put a hit on you
A eye for a eye, ****
Survive the shots or die, ****
Written by: Doyle Bramhall, Justin Stanley, Sheryl Crow
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