Yea, I like the way this This me wanna just (G G G G G G-Unit) up! haha haha (Female "G-Unit") Yea. Nigga you shit on me, I'll on you You put a hit on me, put a hit on you A eye for an eye Survive the shots or die You can't roll wit me I'm LLoyd the one and only Not your buddy, not your pal, not homie There ain't a government around that can control me, no I'm on that doggy shit, man I don't love a hoe Apple around so I had to let my brother know Never stay in center, the back and let your money grow them niggas wouldn't be around if you was bummy yo South side Jamaica yeah thats where I come from If you see a nigga with me then theres more one gun Five straight ain't that tired of being the dumb one Or even satisfied being niggas dun-dun We all know turn sour when you gettin' it Some niggas me in the hood but I don't owe them niggas shit Smellin' all up in my face like I don't know niggas sick But I can care less, I'm on the album and I'm rich Nigga you shit on me, I'll on you You put a hit on me, put a hit on you A eye for an eye Survive the shots or die (Die nigga) and talkin' spit it how I live it nigga Came the country, dirty south get it nigga Feds tryin to me, they run up in my hotel They said there shootin', but they found no shells New York City, Hell they niggas under jails I got for them and I ain't even from there Now bust a shot for them boys on the I can feel your pain nigga, I'm still in the game There somethin' bout the sound of a That me pull up, hop out and make a nigga lay down See time we round' ya hear some shots go off And niggas get there chains snatched they try and show off outs in broad day we do it the mob way And come to out these niggas is softer than Shawty I'mma livin' my life with a pistol in my palm And a full of ice You can me the Don motherfucker We want the eye 'n' son make one wrong move and dyin' Ain't no time for coppin' nigga ya cryin' 'Cause my niggas ain't goin'stop ridin', so you Nigga you shit on me, shit on you You put a hit on me, put a hit on you A eye for an eye Survive the or die nigga I got a hand gun habit, nigga I'll let ya have it When the shots go off cops 50 back at it I'm alergic to the feathers on these bird ass Front and I'll put ya on that curbed fence nigga I ain't a my spark and I'll spray shit Enough rounds for the H K I don't bitch Move like I'm militant on that gorilla shit Moody, disrespectful, I'm ruley but can't move me I till I run outta ammo, if it's a problem it's handled I'll have your pourin' out liquor and lightin' candles You fuck around I'll blow brains on my New York Times Run home to the sports section and read your mind It's crystal you should feel when that gat bust First it's crime scene tape then you end up in that Hurst We don't go to but we'll go to your wake fam your body all banged up, you made a mistake man Nigga you shit on me, shit on you You put a hit on me, put a hit on you A eye for an eye Survive the shots or die (Die nigga) you shit on me, I'll shit on you You put a hit on me, put a hit on you A eye for an eye the shots or die nigga (Die nigga)