paroles de chanson Eye 4 An Eye - Geto Boys

I got a partner who been gone for 11 flat
And I ain't seen him since he's been gone imagine that
A young nigga in the hood I grew up in
Fightin a battle in the system that no one wins
And all these niggas go for bad when they lose friends
Gettin impossible to tie up all the loose ends
My homeboy lost his sista in a car wreck

He's still alive but through her eyes he done saw her death
And when he came he was violent
And when he left she was silent (silent)
Aint no other way left to describin
You tellin niggas keep they heads up you fool you
When they killin niggas like they used to
And ain't no muthafuckin body fightin back
Pretty soon they gon be hangin blacks (why?)
Cause niggas won't react we're takin eye 4 an eye
And a tooth for a tooth do them bitches like they do us
Cockin back and shoot

Lock & load standin at the end of the road
Glocks explode you muthafuckas reap what you sow
Lock the doors ain't nobody leavin alive
At the end of the line we gotta die

That's why we're takin eye 4 an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
Do them bitches like they do us
Cockin back and shoot
Lock & load standin at the end of the road
Glocks explode
You ride 4 me I ride 4 you

And when you pop them muthafuckas
You pop them bitches till they stop bleed
I'm coming through and my glock leaps
And they stop breathin
You tell his muthafuckin mama: 'stop grievin'
Cause we're not leavin
Until she know how to feels to lose a loved one
Muthafuck' a redneck race
(Fuck that nigga let's slug one nigga)
Tied the bitch up by his ankles to the back of a truck
Drag his ass till his body parts rip the fuck up

Lock & load standin at the end of the road
Glocks explode you muthafuckas reap what you sow
Lock the doors ain't nobody leavin alive
At the end of the line we gotta die

That's why I'm keepin my peace of mind
Poverty destruction to be destroy
Everything that they'd touches
Leavin niggas on cruches
And the whole neighborhood in pain
We bow our heads and continue to pray

Lock & load standin at the end of the road
Glocks explode you muthafuckas reap what you sow
Lock the doors ain't nobody leavin alive
At the end of the line we gotta die

That's why we're takin eye 4 an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
Do them bitches like they do us
Cockin back and shoot
Lock & load standin at the end of the road
Glocks explode
You ride 4 me I ride 4 you

You disrespect our community when you come around
This list of black ministers to calm us down
Bitch fuck peace and the police
Until the bullshit cease it's a war in the belly of the beast
A don't need no drama, I keep my finger on the fuckin trigga
I ain't scared like these other niggas
Black life bein lost to you cannibal types
While you're fightin over animal rights
You cannibal types
And cavitate 'em like they did do
And leave em rottin' in the woods
Leave em sittin there for bird food
It's cold blooded
Cause we can't get a fair shot
We're doin' 20 years for dieing rocks
Three strikes and shit for niggas and the rod doles
Not for the crack it's all for and I hope (I hope)
But painfully we're all overcomin
But ain't no muthafuckin singin
You want drama we can bring it

Look I'ma say this shit one time and one time only
We ain't against all white people
But we are against all white people that's against us
Fuck all you muthafuckas!

Fuck the jail cells
Fuck the major ass dogs
Fuck the chewing tobacco
Fuck the confederate flag
And Fuck your Militias
Your shotguns in the back of your pickups!
You cow-herdin, sheep-fuckin, horseback-ridin
Berefoot-walkin, tractor-drivin, trailer-parkin
Cousin-fuckin, Nigga-Jew-hatin
Redneck racist (you muthafucka!)
YOU muthafuckas are unbelievable
Y'all talkin all that shit about go back to Africa

You were'nt talkin all that shit when we was out there in them fields sweatin
Pickin that cotton for y'all muthafuckin asses
Re-feel this muthafucka
We deserve just as much if not more
Prosperity then you hoes do
Angry white men
Who the fuck you angry with
You should be angry with your muthafuckin self
Because we don't own corporate America
Y'all do
Corporated America is 70% white male Anglo Saxon
Y'all run the muthafuckin
Y'all took the jobs overseas
You wanna be bad at somebody
Be mad at your goddamned self
But if you wanna get it on we can get it on muthafucka
Till the break of dawn you understand what I'm sayin
You wanna race war
We got it
I ain't scared to you muthafuckas