Nigga you shit on me,
I shit on you
You put a hit on me,
I put a hit on you
A eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga
(get 'em Banks)
You can't hold 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, ohhh no
I'm on that doggy style shit,
man i don't love a hoe
papa 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 niggas wouldn't be
around if you was bummy yo,
south side jamaica
neighbour yeah thats where i
come from,
if you see a nigga with me
then it'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 gettin it,
some niggas hate me in the hood
but i don't owe them niggas shit
smiling 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.
Nigga you shit on me,
I shit on you
You put a hit on me,
I put a hit on you
A eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga
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 a 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
this niggas 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.
We want tha eye 'n'
son make one wrong
move and your dyin',
ain't no time for coppin'
heat nigga ya crying,
cause my niggas ain't
goin'stop riiidin',
so you gone
Nigga you shit on me,
I shit on you
You put a hit on me,
I put a hit on you
A eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga
I got a hand gun habit,
nigga front i'll let ya have it,
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 curb fast 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 herse,
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 shit on you
You put a hit on me,
I put a hit on you
A eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga
Nigga you shit on me,
I shit on you
You put a hit on me,
I put a hit on you
A eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga
led nigga
He who fears death is in denial
50 told you niggaz,
Young Buck showed you niggaz
Banks! free yayo!
And tell the bitch ass niggaz
put they vest on
I'm here now!