[Chorus]
Nigga you shit on me, I'll shit on you
You put a hit on me, I'll put a hit on you
A eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga
[Lloyd Banks]
You can't roll wit 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 shit, man I don't love a hoe
Pappa 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 nigga wouldn't be around if you was bummy yo,
South side Jamaica nigga yeah that's where I come from,
If you see a nigga with me then there's more than one gun,
Five straight soldier ain't that tired of being the dumb one,
Or even satisfied being another niggas dun-dun,
We all know friendships turn sour when you getting it,
Some niggas hate me in the hood but I don't owe them niggas shit,
Smilin' 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.
[Chorus]
[Young Buck]
Walkin' and talkin' spit it how I live it nigga,
Came from the country, dirty south get it nigga,
Feds trying 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' 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 these niggas is 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 the don.
We got the Hei-ny
So make one wrong move and you're dying
Ain't no time for coppin a plea and crying
Cause my niggaz ain't gon' stop ridin'
So you gone
[Chorus]
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