Letras de Canciones de G-Unit - Eye for Eye (versión actual VS versión 2)

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Eye for Eye

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Eye for Eye

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I like the way this feels

[50 Cent:]

This makes me more just like

Yeah

( Je je jeez nigar)

I like the way this feel

Boxer, haa ha

This make me wanna jus (G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit!!)

(Shit on it)

Nigga you shit on me, I'll shit on you

[Chorus:50 Cent]

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

A eye for a eye nigga

Survive the shots or die nigga

[Lloyd Banks]

You can't roll wit me I'm LLoyd Banks the one and only

You can't roll wit me I'm Lloyd Banks the one and only

Not your buddy, not your pal, not your homie

not your buddy, not your pal, not your homie

There ain't a government around that can control me, ohhh no

there ain't a government around that can control me, ohhh no

I'm on that doggy style shit, man I don't love a hoe

Apple wasn't around so I had to let my brother know

apple wasn't around so I had to let my brother know,

Never stay in center, play the back and let your money grow

never stay in center, play the back and let your money grow,

Most them niggas wouldn't be around if you was bummy yo

most them nigga wouldn't be around if you was bummy yo,

south side jamaica nigga yeah that's where I come from,

South side Jamaica nigga yeah thats where I come from

if you see a nigga with me then there's more than one gun,

If you see a nigga with me then theres more than one gun

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

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

or even satisfied being another niggas dun-dun,

Or even satisfied being another niggas dun-dun

we all know friendships turn sour when you gettin it,

We all know friendships turn sour when you gettin' it

some niggas hate me in the hood but I don't owe them niggas shit,

Some niggas hate me in the hood but I don't owe them niggas shit

smilein' all up in my face like I don't know them niggas sick,

Smellin' 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.

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

Nigga you shit on me, I'll shit on you

[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

A eye for a eye nigga

Survive the shots or die nigga

(Die nigga)

Walkin' and talkin' spit it how I live it nigga

[Young Buck]

Came from the country, dirty south get it nigga

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' 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 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 motherfucker

We want the eye 'n' son make one wrong move and your dyin'

Ain't no time for coppin' heat nigga ya cryin'

'Cause my niggas ain't goin'stop ridin', so you gone

Nigga you shit on me, I'll shit on you

Walkin' and talkin' spit it how I live it nigga,

Came from the country, dirty south get it nigga,

Feds tryin to question me, they run up in my hotel,

they said there was 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 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 muthafucka

[50 Cent:]

We got the high end

Some make one wrong move and ya dyin

Ain't no time for coppin in a plea and cryin

Cuz my niggaz ain't gone stop ridin

So you gone

[Chorus:50 Cent]

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

A eye for a eye nigga

Survive the shots or die nigga

I got a hand gun habit, nigga front I'll let ya have it

[50 Cent]

When the shots go off cops sayin 50 back at it

I'm alergic to the feathers on these bird ass niggas

Front and I'll put ya brains on that curbed fence nigga

I ain't a marksman my spark and I'll spray shit

Enough rounds for the H K I don't play bitch

Move like I'm militant back on that gorilla shit

Moody, disrespectful, I'm ruley but niggas 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 fuck 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

Nigga you shit on me, I'll shit on you

I got a hand gun habit, nigga front I'll let ya have it,

You put a hit on me, I'll put a hit on you

When the shots go off cops sayin 50 back at it,

A eye for an eye nigga

I'm alergic to the feathers on these bird ass niggas,

Survive the shots or die nigga

Front and I'll put ya brains on that curb fast nigga,

(Die nigga)

I ain't a marksman my spark and I'll spray shit,

Enough rounds for the Hk I don't play bitch,

Move like I'm militant back on that gorilla shit,

Moody, disrespectful, I'm ruley but niggas 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 fuck 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 hurse,

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.

[Chorus X2]

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

A eye for a eye nigga

Survive the shots or die nigga

(Die nigga)

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