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G-unit Beg for Mercey Eye for a Eye Yea I like the way this feel make me want to buck sumthing GGG-unit Nigga you shit on me I shit on you you put I hit on me I put a hit on you a eye for a eye nigga make the shot or die nigga LLoyd Banks (Hit em Banks) They cant hold me LLoyd Banks the one and only not ya buddy not ur pal not Hommie aint a goverment around that can control me oh no I'm on that doggie style shipment I dont love a hoe Papa wasnt round so I had to let my brother know never play the center play the back and let ya money grow most nigga would'nt be around if u was bummy South Side Jamica nigga that where I came from if you see I nigga wit me then it more than one gun five stright soilder aint so tried of bein the dumb yall all statifed bein another nigga dun dun we all know friendship turn sour when you gettin some nigga hate me in I know them nigga sick smilin all up in my face like I dont know them nigga sick but I could care less I'm on the Island and I'm gettin wet. Nigga you shit on me I shit on you you put I hit on me I put a hit on you a eye for a eye nigga make the shot or die nigga Young Buck Walkin and talkin spit it high lizard came from the country dirt south get it nigga FED try to question me they run up in my hotel they say there was I shotin but they found no shell New York City hell they throwin nigga into jail I got love for them and I aint even from there now bust a shot for the boys on the block I can feel ya pain nigga I still in the game nigga it something bout the sound of a tray pound that make me pull up hop out and make a nigga lay down see every time we round we hear some shots go off and nigga get them chain snatch when they tryin show off shot out in brod day we do it the mob way and come to find out this nigga softer than Cerday I'm keep livin my life wit a gun in my palm and a wrisk full of ice u can call me the dawm Mutherfucker Nigga you shit on me I shit on you you put I hit on me I put a hit on you a eye for a eye nigga make the shot or die nigga 50 cent I got a hand gun habit nigga front I'll let ya have it when the shot go off cops sayin 50 back at it I'm allergic to the feather on these bird ass nigga front and I'll put your brain on that crave fast nigga I aint a mark man shot and I'll shit neff crown from that XK I dont play bitch move like I'm millitin back on that gorrilla shit move these disrepectful and ruly these nigga cant move me I sqeuse till I run out of allum if it's a promble it's handle I have ur people pourin out liqure and light candles u fuck around I'll blow your brains on my New York time run home turn to the sport section and read ya mind it crstal clear how you should feel when that gat bust first them crime sence and you be in that black hurse we dont go to furnels but we go to ur wake fam view that body all banged up ya makin a mistake man |
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