Eye for a Eye (Your Beef Is Mines)

Track byMobb Deep

  • 1995.04.25
  • 4:48


Chorus: 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 Chorus 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 Chorus 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 pipe 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 Uhhh Lay back Word up, just bless em with the bulletproof Mobb Deep, Nas, Chef creation for your nation Yeah


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