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50 CENT lyrics : "Death To My Enemies"

[Intro]
Dre, ^!$$%s think we're bull%#@!ting


[Chorus]
^!$$% try me son, he best have the heat on him
Want my eyes closed, get to mopping the street with him

Boy I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya $$#
I bring money to my ^!$$%s, that bring death to my enemies
I bring money to my ^!$$%s, that bring death to my enemies


[Verse 1]
^!$$% front on me, the goons and goblins come out

Wishmaster hundred shot drums will run out
They dumb out, you heard of me, they call me big homie
Me, I make the register ring, I'm the cash cow

They make the hammers ring, you on your $$# now
Hair trigger, stare ^!$$%, yeah ^!$$%s'll flip
Six to a semi $$#ault, let it off at your will

Here I is, where the money is, I still get biz
D's know about the beef, you going to still get did
It be your tombstone and your $#&@ing grave they dig

Have that $$# in the precinct trying to talk to the pigs
I'm like Damien ^!$$%, when I start getting loose on you
Closest thing to Lucifer, you think you got a noose on you

I make it hard to breathe
I come where your hustle, air it out, make it hard to eat
Have you looking both ways like you crossing the street


[Chorus]


[Verse 2]
^!$$%s send me the wrong message, we going $#&@ing kill the messenger
Your whole clique, hollow tips will tear up the best of you

This ain't +Tha Carter+ ^!$$%, 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 #~!!@ $$# running 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 come
I was born with the Tec, it's a birth defect
I was conceived 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 ^!$$% twist it
Get lifted, !@#$ I'm gifted


[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

I tell them ride on them, then they ride on them
Get the line on them then squeeze the .9 on them
Head shot, .40 glock, blow his mind on him

They say ain't not a jooks, leave his shines on his
Now you can watch me, ^!$$% like the police watch me
I move proper, go ahead catch a shell trying to 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 will fire, mask like Michael Myers
It's off the wire when I get on my bull%#@!
No smiles, no laughs, you gets no pass

You can explain to my ^!$$%s while they whoop your $$#
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

[Chorus]

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