Eye For Eye (Explicit)

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, ****

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

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

****, 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, ****

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

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

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

****, 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, ****

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

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

****, 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, ****

****, 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, ****