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lirik lagu 50 cent – eye for eye

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yeah, i like the way this feel
this make me wanna just
(g-g-g-unit)
buck somethin’
(g-unit)

n-gg-, you sh-t on me, i sh-t on you
you put a hit on me, i put a hit on you
an eye for an eye, n-gg-
survive the shots or die, n-gg-

get ’em, banks

they can’t hold me
i’m lloyd banks, the one and only
not your buddy, not your pal, not your homey
but ain’t a government around that can control me
oh, no

uhh, i’m on that ‘doggystyle’ sh-t, man, i don’t love a hoe
poppa wasn’t ’round, so, i had to let my brother know
never stay at center, play the back and let your money grow
most them n-gg-z wouldn’t be around if you was b-mmy, yo

south side, jamaica neighbor, yeah, that’s where i come from
if you see a n-gg- with me then there’s more than one gun
fly straight soldier, ain’tcha tired of bein the dumb one?
or are you satisfied bein another n-gg-‘s ‘dun-dunn’?

we all know friendships turnin’ sour when you gettin’ it
some n-gg-z hate me in the hood but i don’t owe them n-gg-z sh-t
smilin’ all up my face like i don’t know them n-gg-z sick
but i can care less, i’m on the island and i’m gettin’ rich

n-gg-, you sh-t on me, i sh-t on you
you put a hit on me, i put a hit on you
an eye for an eye, n-gg-
survive the shots or die, n-gg-

walk it and talk it, spit it, how i live it, n-gg-
came from the country, dirty south get it, n-gg-
feds try and question me, they run up in my hotel
they said there was a shootin’ but they found no sh-lls

new york city h-ll, they throwin’ n-gg-z under jails
i got love for dem and i ain’t even from dere
now, bust a shot for dem boys on da block
i can feel your pain, n-gg-, i’m still in the game, n-gg-

there’s somethin’ ’bout the sound of a trey-pound
that make me pull up, hop out and make a n-gg- lay down
see, every time we ’round, you hear some shots go off
and n-gg-z get they chains sn-tched when they tryin’ to show off

shootouts in broad day, we do it the mob way
and come to find out, these n-gg-z softer than sade’
i’ma keep livin’ my life with a pistol in my palm
and a wrist full of ice, you can call me a don, motherf-cker

we got the henny
so, make one wrong move and you’re dying
ain’t no time for coppin’ a plea and crying
’cause my n-gg-z ain’t gon’ stop ridin’
so, you gone

n-gg-, you sh-t on me, i sh-t on you
you put a hit on me, i put a hit on you
an eye for an eye, n-gg-
survive the shots or die, n-gg-

i got a handgun habit, n-gg-, front i’ll let you have it
when the shots go off, cops sayin’, 50 back at it
i’m allergic to the feathers on these bird–ss n-gg-z
front and i’ll put your brains on that curb fast, n-gg-

i ain’t a marksman, one spark and i spray sh-t
’nuff rounds from that h-k, i don’t play b-tch
move like i’m militant, back on that gorilla sh-t
moody, disrespectful, unruly but n-gg-z can’t move me

i squeeze ’til i run out of ammo, if it’s a problem, it’s handled
i have your people pourin’ our liquor and lightin’ candles
you f-ck around i 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 there’s crime scene tape, then you end up in that black he-rs-
we don’t go to funerals but we’ll go to your wake fam
do your body all banged up, you made a mistake, man

n-gg-, you sh-t on me, i sh-t on you
you put a hit on me, i put a hit on you
an eye for an eye, n-gg-
survive the shots or die, n-gg-

n-gg-, you sh-t on me, i sh-t on you
you put a hit on me, i put a hit on you
an eye for an eye, n-gg-
survive the shots or die, n-gg-