Eye For An Eye (Your Beef Is Mines)

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

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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

Uhhh

Lay back

Word up, just bless em

with the bulletproof

Mobb Deep, Nas, Chef creation

for your nation

Yeah