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Eye for an eye, or you die
Eye for an eye, or you die
Eye for an eye, or you die
Eye for an eye, or you die

Won't leave the house I'm strapped up
I might get backed up in the
Niggas is dumping on me I got my zapper
Creeping up on me and I got one on the wheel

One on the steel, trying to break a nigga for skrill
And I'm ridin' wit shootin' skills
Funk season, whatever the reason, I'm wit drama
me one of them mangie ass niggas

Runnin' home, cryin' to
So I kick the door to the whole situation
Fuckin' wit me, me will up, having his family eraseded
Face it, no charges the body behind until

You better game
Bow down real niggas bail through yo hood
But won't be caught up in a
Flash on us unless you end up sleeping wit the

shoes, lady singing the blues, them sad ballads
Fried chicken, greens, and potato salads
Surrounded them by of family members cryin'
Eye for an eye, you or you die

Eye for an eye, you ride or you die or you die
Niggas get at cha and run back at but let them bullets fly
Eye for an eye, you or you die ride or you die
Niggas get at cha and run back at them but let bullets fly

Eye for an eye, you or you die ride or you die
Niggas get at cha and run back at them but let bullets fly
Eye for an eye, you or you die ride or you die
Niggas get at cha and run back at but let them bullets fly

He got the Mac and moved nice on the piggies
Hit 'em up and buck and leave them struck I'm tipsy
Ain't no love for the true that die for this shit
Wit 150 round ride for this shit

Fuck the hard end locs, pass the fo fo
And watch me smoke hoes like the last hit of indo, and fo' sho
I smash and blast, nigga, when I'm provoked with a doe of coke
I holds down a

Why you smiling for? These niggas games on the street
That's where they meet the heat, they sweep they ass up off of feet
This no fairy tale, you fuckin' with Cel
Hit the wit machines if you want my team

It ain't no in between seventeen through your
your crossing the realest niggas to spit this killa shit on the mic
And make the feel us, hit 'em wit rounds [unverified]
of hollows then we follow niggas to they spine
And they ass up wit fully-auto's

Eye for an eye, you ride or you die or you die
Niggas get at cha and run at them but let them bullets fly
Eye for an eye, you ride or you die or you die
Niggas get at cha and run back at them but let them fly

Eye for an eye, you or you die ride or you die
Niggas get at cha and run back at them but let them fly
Eye for an eye, you ride or you die or you die
Niggas get at cha and run back at them but let them fly

I no actor bitch, my life is worser than the movies
For real though, steel toes to my uzi pushin' Impala S.S's
Benz, Beamers, to Lamborginis and chase my strip
Wit X.O., Henn, and Remi, on my wrist

Hundred dollar bill's crisp, I the blunt from my lip
Then the 4-5 from my hip and spit, the incredible medical or core
The deadliest medacine gas ever set off in a war, westcoast's the
Where we lock our dollar doors, survival in hell, packing heat

from them, I'm just a thug nigga
Step on your street and draw my heat and then I plug
I be a G from the G.B.C. why I mug niggas
Don't flag I sag and carry a mag and get off in the snitches asses
You a bitch but ride or die, screaming out the block
Bitch I'll you die wit doc

Eye for an eye, you or you die ride or you die
get at cha and run back at them but let them bullets fly
Eye for an eye, you or you die ride or you die
Niggas get at cha and run back at but let them bullets fly

Eye for an eye, you ride or you die or you die
Niggas get at cha and run back at them but let them fly
Eye for an eye, you or you die ride or you die
get at cha and run back at them but let them bullets fly