[Produced by Hi-Tek]

[Intro: 50 Cent & Tracie Spencer]

Yeah

I like the way this feel

This make me wanna just (G-G-G-G, G-Unit!)

Buck somethin', hahaha (G-Unit!)

Yeah

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

Nigga you shit on me, I shit on you

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

An eye for an eye, nigga

Survive the shots or die, nigga

Get 'em Banks

[Break: Lloyd Banks]

They 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

Oh no!

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]

Uh, I'm on that "Doggystyle" shit, man, I don't love a hoe

Poppa wasn't 'round, so I had to let my brother know

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

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

Southside Jamaica, neighbor, yeah, that's where I come from

If you see a nigga with me, then it's more than one gun

Fly straight, soldier, ain't you tired of bein' the dumb one?

Or are you satisfied bein' another nigga's dunn-dunn?

We all know friendships turn to sour when you gettin' it

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

Smilin' all up my face like I don't know them niggas sick

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

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

Nigga, you shit on me, I shit on you

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

An eye for an eye, nigga

Survive the shots or die, nigga

[Verse 2: Young Buck]

Walk it and talk it, spit it how I live it, nigga

Came from the country—Dirty South, get it, nigga

Feds try and 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

It's 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, you hear some shots go off

And niggas get they chains snatched when they tryin' to show off

Shootouts in broad day, we do it the mob way

And come to find out these niggas softer than Sade

I'ma keep livin' my life with a pistol in my palm

And a wrist full of ice—you can call me a don, motherfucker

[Interlude: Lloyd Banks]

We got the iron

So make one wrong move, and you're dyin'

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

'Cause my niggas ain't gon' stop ridin' 'til you gone

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

Nigga, you shit on me, I shit on you

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

An eye for an eye, nigga

Survive the shots or die, nigga

[Verse 3: 50 Cent]

I got a handgun habit, nigga—front, I'll let you have it

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

I'm allergic to the feathers on these bird-ass niggas (Yeah)

Front and I'll put your brains on that curb fast, nigga (Woo!)

I ain't a marksman; one spark and I spray shit

'Nough rounds from that H-K—I don't play, bitch (Uh-huh)

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

Moody, disrespectful, unruly, but niggas can't move me (yeah)

I squeeze 'til I run out of ammo; if it's a problem, it's handled

I have your people pourin' out liquor and lightin' candles

You fuck around, I 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, there's crime scene tape, then you end up in that black hearse

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: 50 Cent]

Nigga you shit on me, I shit on you

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

An 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

An eye for an eye, nigga

Survive the shots or die, nigga