feat. C-Bo Chorus: 4x Eye for an eye Eye for an eye Ride or you die ride or you die
[Celly Cel] Won't leave the house unless I'm strapped up I might get backed up in the traffic Niggas is dumping on me when I got my zapper Creeping up on me when I had one hand on the wheel One hand on the steel trying to break a niggas thinking Ride with shoot sharpening skills for season whatever the reason I'm dealing with drama send one of them buchez ass niggas Crying to Mama I kicking the door to eliviate the whole situation Fuck with me he ended up having his whole family eraseded Face it no charges leaving the body until you better respect game Fuck that when niggas spill fuck your hood When your caught up in a twist flash on us you'll end up sleeping With the fish singing shoes honey singing Them blues and them sad ballads Frieds colla greens and potatoe salads So rounded them up so many family member crying Eye for an eye you ride or you die
Chorus: 4x Eye for an eye you Ride or you die ride or you die Niggas get itching when you run back at them And let them bullets fly
[C-Bo] He moved one ohh moved back on the piggies hit'em up and buck And leave them struck when I'm dicatation love for the thugs That die for this shit with a hundred fifty round drive For this shit fuck the hard hats end locs pass the fo fo And watch me smoke them hoes like the last hitter indoer Fo' sho smash and blast nigga when I'm provoked With a loaded magnum coke I'm down
[Celly Cel]
Why you smiling when these niggas and bitches be playing games In the street is where they meet the heat That's where they sweep their ass up off their feet This ain't no fairy tale you fucking with Cel Hit the scenes with machines if you want my team There ain't no in between seventeen in that place When your crossing the realest Niggas is business kill this shit on the mic And make the world feel us hit them with rounds hollow tips When were finished niggas chop they ass up Till they fully out of
Chorus: 4x Eye for an eye you Ride or you die Niggas get itchy when you run back at them And let them bullets fly
[C-Bo] I ain't no actor bitch my life is worser than the movies For real though from steel toes to my uzi pushers Impala s.s. benz beamer to lamborginis and chase my strip With x.o. henn and remi rolex on my wrist hundred bill crisp I pull a blunt from my lit 45 from my hip and spit Incredible medical hard core the deadliest metaliest Gas ever set off in a war westcoast the spot where We making millin dollar noise survival in heck packing heat Ducking from them I'm just a thug nigga step on your street And draw my heat then I plug niggas I be a G From the G.B.C. I mug niggas don't flag I just sag And carry a mag and get off in the snitches asses You a bitch but still ride or die scraeming out the block
Chorus: 4x Eye for an eye you Ride or you die Niggas get itchy when you run back at them And let them bullets fly
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