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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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G-unit
Eye For A Eye
tekst dodał: robex
data dodania: 24-04-2008
wyświetleń: 132 |
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