Eye For Eye Chords by G-Unit
Tempo:
87.9 bpm
Chords used:
Bm
F#
E
Em
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A] [F#]
[Bm]
[F#]
[Bm]
Yeah
Oh
I'm [F#] gonna [Bm] throw these down shit, man
I don't love a whole popper wooden brown so I had to let my brother know
I'm gonna stay in center play the back and let your money grow most of niggas wouldn't be around if he was Bumby
Oh Southside Jamaica neighbor.
That's where I come from
If you see a nigga with me this morning one gun five straight soldier
Ain't that's how to be in the drum one or you satisfy being another niggas done done
No, no friendships turn sour when you get in it
[E] [Bm] [F#]
[Bm]
Niggas hate me
But they found no shells New York City hair they throwing niggas in the jails
I got love for them and I ain't even from there no bus a shot for them boys on the block
I can feel you pay nigga.
I'm still in the game nigga
It's something about the sound of a trick pound and make me pull up
How about make a nigga lay down see every time we round you hear some shots go off and niggas get they chain snatch when?
They try and show off shootouts and Broadway.
We do it the mob [D#] way and come to [Bm] find out niggas off in a shotty
I'm gonna keep living my life with a pistol in my palm and a wrist full of [Em] ice
[A#]
[Bm]
[Em] [F#]
[Bm]
[E]
[Bm]
When it's
[F#]
[Bm]
Mine
To die
[F#] [Bm]
[E] [G]
[Bm]
[F#]
[Bm]
Yeah
Oh
I'm [F#] gonna [Bm] throw these down shit, man
I don't love a whole popper wooden brown so I had to let my brother know
I'm gonna stay in center play the back and let your money grow most of niggas wouldn't be around if he was Bumby
Oh Southside Jamaica neighbor.
That's where I come from
If you see a nigga with me this morning one gun five straight soldier
Ain't that's how to be in the drum one or you satisfy being another niggas done done
No, no friendships turn sour when you get in it
[E] [Bm] [F#]
[Bm]
Niggas hate me
But they found no shells New York City hair they throwing niggas in the jails
I got love for them and I ain't even from there no bus a shot for them boys on the block
I can feel you pay nigga.
I'm still in the game nigga
It's something about the sound of a trick pound and make me pull up
How about make a nigga lay down see every time we round you hear some shots go off and niggas get they chain snatch when?
They try and show off shootouts and Broadway.
We do it the mob [D#] way and come to [Bm] find out niggas off in a shotty
I'm gonna keep living my life with a pistol in my palm and a wrist full of [Em] ice
[A#]
[Bm]
[Em] [F#]
[Bm]
[E]
[Bm]
When it's
[F#]
[Bm]
Mine
To die
[F#] [Bm]
[E] [G]
Key:
Bm
F#
E
Em
A
Bm
F#
E
[A] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Yeah
_ Oh
I'm [F#] gonna [Bm] throw these down shit, man
I don't love a whole popper wooden brown so I had to let my brother know
I'm gonna stay in center play the back and let your money grow most of niggas wouldn't be around if he was Bumby
Oh Southside Jamaica neighbor.
That's where I come from
If you see a nigga with me this morning one gun five straight soldier
Ain't that's how to be in the drum one or you satisfy being another niggas done done
No, no friendships turn sour when you get in it _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ [Bm] _ [F#] _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Niggas hate me
But they found no shells New York City hair they throwing niggas in the jails
I got love for them and I ain't even from there no bus a shot for them boys on the block
I can feel you pay nigga.
I'm still in the game nigga
It's something about the sound of a trick pound and make me pull up
How about make a nigga lay down see every time we round you hear some shots go off and niggas get they chain snatch when?
They try and show off shootouts and Broadway.
We do it the mob [D#] way and come to [Bm] find out niggas off in a shotty
I'm gonna keep living my life with a pistol in my palm and a wrist full of [Em] ice
_ [A#] _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ [F#] _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ When it's _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Mine
To die
_ _ [F#] _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ [G] _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Yeah
_ Oh
I'm [F#] gonna [Bm] throw these down shit, man
I don't love a whole popper wooden brown so I had to let my brother know
I'm gonna stay in center play the back and let your money grow most of niggas wouldn't be around if he was Bumby
Oh Southside Jamaica neighbor.
That's where I come from
If you see a nigga with me this morning one gun five straight soldier
Ain't that's how to be in the drum one or you satisfy being another niggas done done
No, no friendships turn sour when you get in it _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [E] _ [Bm] _ [F#] _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Niggas hate me
But they found no shells New York City hair they throwing niggas in the jails
I got love for them and I ain't even from there no bus a shot for them boys on the block
I can feel you pay nigga.
I'm still in the game nigga
It's something about the sound of a trick pound and make me pull up
How about make a nigga lay down see every time we round you hear some shots go off and niggas get they chain snatch when?
They try and show off shootouts and Broadway.
We do it the mob [D#] way and come to [Bm] find out niggas off in a shotty
I'm gonna keep living my life with a pistol in my palm and a wrist full of [Em] ice
_ [A#] _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ [F#] _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ When it's _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Mine
To die
_ _ [F#] _ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ [G] _ _