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An eye for an eye's how the fuck we feelWhen they get one of us then we're out to killI don't care about shit when it goes down like thatThe only thing on my mind is the big paybackThey get one of us, we get three or fourIf that ain't satisfaction then we're out to get moreFuck a drive-by, puto we'll walk to your doorKill you motherfuckers and we'll even the scoreWe wait for you putos to forget and slipThen we'll catch you in the streets and unload the fucking clipAnother puto dead from the other sideNow we wait for the funeral and watch your parents cryFeeling no remorse for the shit we doThose putos did it to us, so why not do it to them foolsThe killing doesn't stop, it goes on and onEse smoking motherfuckers till these putos are goneAn eye for an eye's what this shit's all aboutRolling up on these levas taking these pendejos outDoing it for the homies who ain't here todayBecause as long as I live, in my heart they're gonna stayAll I do now is think about them in my headAnd it's a fucked up feeling now knowing that they're deadIt's payback time and it's a do or dieI'm doing it for my homies, Rest In Peace above the skyAt the hood with the homies, getting loaded kicking backLetras de cancionesThinking about the motherfucking crazy paybackIt's time to get these motherfuckers for the shit they shouldn't have doneAnother homicide, another puto goneKill or be killed is the name of this gameDoing it for the hood, the homies, and the gang fameThis shit won't stop so fuck keeping the peaceFrom a loco motherfucker gang-banging from the East (Eastside)Rolling down the calle and I just smoked a dipWith a quette in my hand so now I'm ready to tripThinking about my homies who ain't here todayAnd I'm gonna get these putos 'cause for this they gotta payCreeping late at night through their neighborhoodRolling with the lights off to catch a puto doing goodNot giving a fuck about the time it carriesJust flashes of my homies and when they got buriedWith a knot in my throat and a tear in my eyeWe come across this puto who's time it is to dieHe's strolling down the street and doesn't even realizeWe got a bullet for his ass to go right between his eyesGot out the car 'cause I knew I caught him slippingHe looked and tried to run when he seen my ass creepingJumped at the puto, hit him up "Where you from?"He said the wrong shit so he took one to the domeDown the puto fell, I guess I'll meet the punk in HellSimon, he seen my face but a dead puto can't tellJumped in the ride, headed back to the EastsideKicked it with the homies then we all got highSmoked a few wet ones and went home and hit the sackFell asleep thinking about the fucking payback From Letras Mania