Eye For An Eye your Beef Is Mines Lyrics by Mobb Deep

Eye For An Eye your Beef Is Mines Lyrics


    As time goes by, an eye for an eye
    We in this together son your beef is mines
    So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
    We in this together son your beef is mines


    Verse one: prodigy

    Let me start from the beginning, at the top of the list
    Knowhati'mean? have a situation like this
    Another war story from a thirsty young hustler
    Won't trust ya, i'd rather bust ya, and leave your corpse
    For the cops to discover, while i be dippin in the range rover
    All jewelled like liberace
    You watch me while jakes tryin to knock me and lock me
    But i'll be on the low sippin asti spumante
    Niggaz try to creep on the side of my jeep
    Stuck the heat through the window rocked they ass to sleep
    Over a 3-pack, it was a small thing really yeah
    But keep lettin them small things slide and be a failure
    If i'm out of town one of my crew'll take care of ya
    The world is ours and your team's inferior
    You wanna bust caps i get, all up in your area
    Kidnap your children make the situation scarier
    Life is a gamble, we scramble for money
    I might crack a smile but ain't a damn thing funny
    I'm caught up in the dirt where your hands get muddy
    Plus the outcome turns out to be lovely
    Got g's in my pocket hit off my main squeeze
    Push back, the sunroof, let the cold air breeze
    Through the butter soft leather upholestry
    But mostly, keep the gat closely, cuz niggaz wanna toast me

    Verse two: havoc

    Yo i gotta get mines, no matter what the con-sequences
    Count up my blessings, add up my weapons
    Cock back the gat and let my nine serve purpose
    Sling do my thing organize fiend servants
    Tryin to make a mil is stress you know the deal
    So we sling drills get your cap peeled, cuz everything is real
    Cuz i wanna chill, laid up in a jacuzzi
    Sippin bubbly, with my fingers on the uzi
    Try to infiltrate my fort get caught
    Dead up in new york, my brain is packed with criminal thoughts
    Get your life lost never found again my friend
    Mission completed, watch you drop in less than ten
    On my road to the riches, hittin snitches off with mad stitches
    Your last restin place'll be a ditch kid
    No one can stop me try your style's sloppy
    Want to be me, you're just an imitation copy
    My theme is all about making the green
    Livin up in luxury, pushin phat whips and livin comfortably


    Verse three: nas

    A drug dealer's dream
    Stash cream keys on a triple beam
    Five hundred sl green, ninety-five nickle gleam
    Condominium, thug dressed like a gentleman
    Tailor made ostrich, chanel for my women friend
    Murderin, numbers on your head while i'm burglarin
    Shank is servin em, whassup to all my niggaz swervin in
    New york metropolis, the bridge brings apocalypse
    Shoot at the clouds feels like, the holy beast is watchin us
    Mad man my sanity is goin like an hourglass
    Gun inside my bad hand i sliced tryin to bag grams
    I got hoes that used to milk you
    Niggaz who could've killed you
    Is down with my ill crew of psychoes
    Nas escobar movin on your weak production
    Pumpin corruption in the third world we just bustin

    Verse four: raekwon the chef

    Hold up and analyze the wildcats slang cracks
    They swing an axe, the new routines, be my eyes black's
    Playin corners glancin all up in your cornea
    Corner ya, seen cats snatch monies up on ya
    But late night, candlelight fiend with a crack right
    It's only right, feelin higher than an airplane right
    Word yo, i want to get this money then blow
    Take my time, blast a nine, if you front you go
    Sip beers, the german ones, hand my guns to sons
    Shaolin, and queensbridge we robbin niggaz for fun
    But still, write my will out to my seeds then build
    Mahalia sing a tale but the real we still kill

    Chorus 2x

    Outro: raekwon

    Lay back
    Word up, just bless em
    With the bulletproof
    Mobb deep, nas, chef creation
    For your nation