Eye For An Eye (Willi Don’t Play)

[Verse 1]
Slide through, WILLI BANZ on the plate
Whole hood know my face, know my pace
If you not with the term, you in the way
We don’t argue with lames, we just let ’em fade
Big talk, but your name don’t ring
Real ones never gotta over-explain things
Eye for an eye, that’s the law where I’m from
You either stand on it solid or you better run
[Chorus]
WILLI BANZ not takin’ anything (nah)
If you not with the term, you can get ghost (get ghost)
Eye for an eye where we live by the code
Like Willi, the streets don’t play, they cold
WILLI BANZ not takin’ anything (uh)
If you not with the term, you can get ghost (get ghost)
Stand tall or you vanish in the smoke
Like Willi, the streets don’t play, they don’t joke
[Verse 2]
Talk slick, get clipped from the script
Whole block read vibes, we can tell who switch
You ain’t built for the ride, you can hop off quick
’Cause the wrong side step get your whole life flipped
I remember long nights, we was down, no help
Had to bet on the squad, had to bet on myself
Now it’s WILLI BANZ up, never beg for respect
Either show the same love or we cuttin’ the check
[Chorus]
WILLI BANZ not takin’ anything (anything)
If you not with the term, you can get ghost (get ghost)
Eye for an eye where we live by the code
Like Willi, the streets don’t play, they cold
WILLI BANZ not takin’ anything (yeah)
If you not with the term, you can get ghost (get ghost)
Stand tall or you vanish in the smoke
Like Willi, the streets don’t play, they don’t joke (they don’t joke)

rap, Laid-back West Coast slap with swung drums, thick sub bass, and clean guitar plucks; male vocals riding behind the snare in the verses, hook opens with stacked gang chants and airy synth leads. Ad-libs pepper the gaps, last hook adds extra harmonies and a simple talkbox line to drive the catchphrase.