Tim Latham - Eye for a Eye (Your Beef Is Mines) lyrics

[Produced by Havoc] [Hook x2] 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 1: Prodigy] Let me start from the beginning, at the top of the list Know wha'mean, Hav, 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 dipping in the Range Rover All j**elled like Liberace You watch me while Jakes trying to knock me and lock me But I'll be on the low sipping Acosti Spumante n***as try to creep on the side of my Jeep Stuck the heat through the window rocked they a** to sleep Over a 3-pack, it was a small thing really, yeah But keep letting 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 cheese in my pocket hit off my main squeeze Push back the sunroof, let the cold air breeze Through the bu*ter soft leather upholestry But mostly, keep the gat closely cause n***as wanna toast me [Verse 2: Havoc] A-yo I gotta get mines, no matter what the consequences Count all my blessings, add up my weapons co*k back the gat, let my nine serve purpose Sling, do my thing, organized fiend service Trying to make a mil is stress you know the deal So we sling krills, get your cap peeled, cause everything is real Cause I wanna chill, laid up in a jacuzzi Sipping 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, hitting snitches off with mad stitches Your last resting place'll be a ditch kid No one can stop me, try your style's sloppy You want to be me, you're just an imitation copy My theme is all about making the green Living up in luxury, pushing phat whips and living comfortably [Hook] [Verse 3: 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 the gentleman Tailor made ostrich, Chanel for my women friend Murdering, numbers on your head while I'm burglaring Shank is serving 'em What's up to all my n***as swerving in New York metropolis The Bridge brings apocalypse Shoot at the clouds feels like, the Holy Beast is watching us Mad man my sanity is going like an hourgla** Gun inside my bad hand I sliced trying to bag grams I got hoes that used to milk you, n***as who could've k**ed you Is down with my ill crew of psychos Nas Escobar moving on your weak production Pumping corruption in the third world we just busting [Verse 4: Raekwon] Hold up and an*lyze the wildcats slang cracks They swingin Ac's, the new routines, be my eyes black's Playing corners glancing 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, feeling 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 robbing n***as for fun But still, write my will out to my seeds then build Mahalia sing a tale but the real we still k** [Hook x2] [Raekwon] Laid back, word out Jus' bless 'em, with the bulletproof Mobb Deep, Nas, Chef creation For yo' nation, YEAH!