Death to My Enemies - 50 Cent
[Intro:]
Dre, n_ggas think we're bullsh_ttin'! [gun cocks]
Yeah!
Yeeaaaah!
[Chorus:]
N_gga try me son, he best have the heat on him!
Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him!
Well I put your body in a baaaaag!
Front on me, I'm on ya aaaaass!
I bring money to my n_ggas, that bring death to my enemies! [police sirens]
I bring money to my n_ggas, that bring death to my enemies! [police sirens]
[Verse 1:]
N_gga front on me, the goons and goblins come out
Wishmaster hundred shot drums'll run out!
They dumb out, you heard of me
They call me big homie!
Me I make the register ring! - I'm the cash can!
They make the hammers ring! - They on ya ass now!
Hair trigger, stare n_gga, yeah n_ggas'll flip!
Six?, let it off at your will
Here I is, where the money is, I still get biz!
D's know about the beef! - You gon' still get did!
It be your tombstone and your f_ckin' grave they dig!
Have that ass in the precinct tryna talk to the pigs
I'm like Damien n_gga! - When I start gettin' loose on ya!
Closest thing to Lucifer, you think you got a noose on ya!
I make it hard to breathe!
I come with your hustle, air it out! - Make it hard to eat!
Have you lookin' both ways
Like you crossin' the street!
[Repeat Chorus:]
[Verse 2:]
Yeah! - N_ggas send me the wrong message, we gon' f_cking kill the messenger
Your whole clique! - Hollowtips'll tear up the best of ya!
This ain't the "Carter" n_gga, THIS IS SPARTA!
IT'S HARDER! I DIE AND BE A MARTYR, RESPECT ME LIKE YOUR FATHER!
Let off a clip or let a case off
I have your p_ssy ass runnin' like a race horse!
Follow orders now! - Yay' shoot his "Face Off"
You can have one, blast one, it's mad fun!
See how when you listen to me all of the cash gone
I was born with the Tec! - It's a birth defect!
I was concieved in the bins, ended up in a Benz
This is what happens when have nots turn into sasquatch!
Let the gat pop, boogie down on the back blocks
It's horrific! - Nah it's terrific!
I got it if you sniff it, go head n_gga twist it
Get lifted!
Goddamn I'm gifted!
[Repeat Chorus:]
[Verse 3:]
Yeah! - I tell 'em ride on 'em! - Then they ride on 'em!
Get the line on 'em and squeeze the .9 on 'em!
Head shot, .40-Glock blow his mind on him
They say ain't not a jooks, leave the shines on 'em;
Now you can watch me! - N_gga like the police watch me!
I move proper! - Go ahead catch a shell tryna stop me!
That 4-30 Spider, carbon fibre
And my dog is like al qaeda natural fighter!
Rapid fire, you're sweet like apple cider,
The Mack'll fire, mask like Michael Myers!
It's off the wire! - When I get on my bullsh_t
No smiles, no laughs, you gets no pass!
You can explain to my n_ggas while they whoop yo' ass
My hands itch when the money comes, it's hard to explain it!
Last time I itched like this, a truckload came in
Get money, get bread, that's what I do kid!
[Repeat Chorus:]
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