Death To My Enemies

アーティスト50 CENT
作詞C.Jackson, A.Young, M.Batson, T.Lawrence, D.Batson, M.Elizondo
作曲C.Jackson, A.Young, M.Batson, T.Lawrence, D.Batson, M.Elizondo
(Chorus)
Yeh, yeh
Nigga try me son he best have the heat on him
Whup him out his clothes get to moppin the street with him
Boy I putchya body in a bag, front on me I'm on ya' ass
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies

(Verse 1)
Nigga front on me the goons and goblins come out
Bushmaster hundred shot drums'll run out
A dumbout you heard of me they call me big homie
I make the register ring, I'm the cash cow
I make the hammers ring,I'm on ya' ass now
Hair trigger stare nigga yeah nigga's a flick
Cigs do a summersault let it off atchya' wig
Here I is where the money is I still get biz
D's know about the b, you still get did
Be a tossed stone in the fucking grave they dig
Have that ass in the precinct trying to talk to the pigs
I'm like Damien nigga when I start getting loose
Closest thing to Lucifer think you got a noose on ya
I make it hard to breath, I come where you hustle
Air it out make it hard to eat
Have you looking both ways like you crossing the street

(Chorus 2)
Yeh, yeh
Nigga try me son he best have the heat on him
Whup him out his clothes get to moppin the street with him
Boy I putchya body in a bag, front on me I'm on ya' ass
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies

(Verse 2)
Yeh, yeh
Nigga send me the wrong message
We gon' fuckin kill the messenger
Ya whole click, hollow tips'll tear up the best of ya
This ain't the carter, nigga this is Sparta
It's harder I die I'll be a martyr, respect me like ya' father
Let off a click let a case off
I'll have ya pussy 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 how the cash come
I was born with the tech
It's a birth defect
I was conceived in a benz, ended up in the pens
This is what happens when the have-nots turn to 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 ahead nigga twist it
Get lifted, got damn get I'm gifted

(Chorus 3)
Yeh, yeh
Nigga try me son he best have the heat on him
Whup him out his clothes get to moppin the street with him
Boy I putchya body in a bag, front on me I'm on ya' ass
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies

(Verse 3)
I tell em ride on em, then they ride on em
Get the line on em and squeeze the line on em
Head shot fouty glocc squeeze the nine on em
They say head noddin jukes leave his shines on em
Nas you can watch me like the police watch them
I move properly, go ahead catch a shells tryin' stop me
In a four thirty spider, carbon fibre
Hit my targets like al queda, rapid fire ya sweet like apple cider
The mack'll fire the mask like michael myers
I'm off the wire, when I get on my bullshit
No smile no mas, you gets no pass
You can explain to my niggas why they whip yo ass
My hands itch when the money come it's hard to explain it
Last time they itched like this a truck load came in
Get money get bread that's what I do kid

(Chorus 4)
Yeh, yeh
Nigga try me son he best have the heat on him
Whup him out his clothes get to moppin the street with him
Boy I putchya body in a bag, front on me I'm on ya' ass
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies
I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies

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