Mobb Deep - Eye For An Eye Lyrics
Chorus:As time goes by, an eye for an eyeWe in this together son your beef is minesSo long as the sun shines to light up the skyWe in this together son your beef is minesChorusVerse one: prodigyLet me start from the beginning, at the top of the listKnowhati'mean? have a situation like thisAnother war story from a thirsty young hustlerWon't trust ya, i'd rather bust ya, and leave your corpseFor the cops to discover, while i be dippin in the range roverAll jewelled like liberaceYou watch me while jakes tryin to knock me and lock meBut i'll be on the low sippin asti spumanteNiggaz try to creep on the side of my jeepStuck the heat through the window rocked they ass to sleepOver a 3-pack, it was a small thing really yeahBut keep lettin them small things slide and be a failureIf i'm out of town one of my crew'll take care of yaThe world is ours and your team's inferiorYou wanna bust caps i get, all up in your areaKidnap your children make the situation scarierLife is a gamble, we scramble for moneyI might crack a smile but ain't a damn thing funnyI'm caught up in the dirt where your hands get muddyPlus the outcome turns out to be lovelyGot g's in my pocket hit off my main squeezePush back, the sunroof, let the cold air breezeThrough the butter soft leather upholestryBut mostly, keep the gat closely, cuz niggaz wanna toast meVerse two: havocYo i gotta get mines, no matter what the con-sequencesCount up my blessings, add up my weapons***** back the gat and let my nine serve purposeSling do my thing organize fiend servantsTryin to make a mil is stress you know the dealSo we sling drills get your cap peeled, cuz everything is realCuz i wanna chill, laid up in a jacuzziSippin bubbly, with my fingers on the uziTry to infiltrate my fort get caughtDead up in new york, my brain is packed with criminal thoughtsGet your life lost never found again my friendMission completed, watch you drop in less than tenOn my road to the riches, hittin snitches off with mad stitchesYour last restin place'll be a ditch kidNo one can stop me try your style's sloppyWant to be me, you're just an imitation copyMy theme is all about making the greenLivin up in luxury, pushin phat whips and livin comfortablyChorusVerse three: nasA drug dealer's dreamStash cream keys on a triple beamFive hundred sl green, ninety-five nickle gleamCondominium, thug dressed like a gentlemanTailor made ostrich, chanel for my women friendMurderin, numbers on your head while i'm burglarinShank is servin em, whassup to all my niggaz swervin inNew york metropolis, the bridge brings apocalypseShoot at the clouds feels like, the holy beast is watchin usMad man my sanity is goin like an hourglassGun inside my bad hand i sliced tryin to bag gramsI got hoes that used to milk youNiggaz who could've killed youIs down with my ill crew of psychoesNas escobar movin on your weak productionPumpin corruption in the third world we just bustinVerse four: raekwon the chefHold up and analyze the wildcats slang cracksThey swing an axe, the new routines, be my eyes black'sPlayin corners glancin all up in your corneaCorner ya, seen cats snatch monies up on yaBut late night, candlelight fiend with a crack rightIt's only right, feelin higher than an airplane rightWord yo, i want to get this money then blowTake my time, blast a nine, if you front you goSip beers, the german ones, hand my guns to sonsShaolin, and queensbridge we robbin niggaz for funBut still, write my will out to my seeds then buildMahalia sing a tale but the real we still killChorus 2xOutro: raekwonUhhhLay backWord up, just bless emWith the bulletproofMobb deep, nas, chef creationFor your nationYeah
