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Death To My Enemies

50 Cent26 Jul 2010

Death To My Enemies Lyrics

Death To My Enemies - 50 Cent

Yeah

Yeeaaaah

Ni**a 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

 

 

Ni**a 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 a** now

Hair trigger stare ni**a yeah niggas'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**kin' grave they dig

Have that a** in the precinct tryna talk to the pigs

I'm like Damien ni**a - 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

Ni**a 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

 

 

Yeah - Niggas send me the wrong message we gon' f**king kill the messenger

Your whole clique - Hollowtips'll tear up the best of ya

This ain't the "Carter" ni**a 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**sy a** 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 ni**a twist it

Get lifted

Goddamn I'm gifted

Ni**a 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

 

 

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 - Ni**a 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 bullshit

No smiles no laughs you gets no pass

You can explain to my niggas while they whoop yo' a**

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

Ni**a 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

 

 

 

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