ฟังเพลงEye For Eye (Album Version|Edited)

N***a you s**t on me I s**t on you

You put a hit on me I put a hit on you

A eye for an eye n***a

Survive the shots or die n***a

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 ohhh no

I'm on that doggy style s**t man I don't love a h*e

Apple 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 n***a wouldn't be around if you was bummy yo

South side jamaica n***a yeah that's where I come from

If you see a n***a with me then it's more than one gun

Five straight soldier ain't that tired of being the dumb one

Or even satisfied being another n***as dun dun

We all know friendships turn sour when you gettin it

Some n***as hate me in the hood but I don't owe them n***as s**t

Smiling all up in my face like I don't know them n***as sick

But I can care less I'm on the album and I'm gettin' rich

N***a you s**t on me I s**t on you

You put a hit on me I put a hit on you

A eye for an eye n***a

Survive the shots or die n***a

Walkin' and talkin' spit it how I live it n***a

Came from the country dirty south get it n***a

Feds tryin to question me they run up in my hotel

They said there wasn't shootin' but they found no shells

New york city hell they throwin' n***as 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 n***a

I'm still in the game n***a

There somethin' bout the sound of a trey pound

That make me pull up hop out and make a n***a lay down

See every time we round' ya hear some shots go off

And n***as 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 n***as 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

You want to f**k with me so make one more move and your dyyyyin'

Ain't the time for caught and hit me in the cryyyying

Cause my n***as ain't goin'stop riiidin' so your gone

N***a you s**t on me I s**t on you

You put a hit on me Iput a hit on you

A eye for an eye n***a

Survive the shots or die n***a

I got a hand gun habit n***a 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 a*s n***as

Front and I'll put ya brains on that curbed fence n***a

I ain't a marksman my spark and I'll spray s**t

Enough rounds for the Hk I don't play b***h

Move like I'm militant back on that gorilla s**t

Moody disrespectful I'm ruley but n***as 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**k 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 up you made a mistake man

N***a you s**t on me I s**t on you

You put a hit on me I put a hit on you

A eye for an eye n***a

Survive the shots or die n***a