"T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight)"
[Intro: Voice (50 Cent)]
You don't have very many options!
You can... (GRRR!) get with the program!
Or you die!
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
T*O*S! [shot] - Terminate On Sight!
You see the muh'fuckers who get it right!
T*O*S! - Night or daylight!
It's hammertime, got your .9, I got mine!
T*O*S! - I carve you up nice!
You see my knife, see you in ya next life!
T*O*S! - Terminate On Sight!
Keep one in the chamber! - Walk with the banger!
I'm on that "SSK" shit. - Shoot, Stab, Kill!
Think I won't get busy well nigga I - will!
Ain't nothin to talk 'bout, get the tape and the chalk out (yeeah!)
When I pull the strap out. - I might go the Mack route. (OOOOHH!)
Leave your car door and your windows all clapped out
I turn enemies to memories, remember me? (whoooooooooooo!)
The Hennessy, got my eyes glassy, niggaz try to blast me.
With the .38 them stray shells flew past me! [blast] [bullet shell's dropping]
I'm on 'em! What I'm a do? - Don't ask me!
Understand I'm fin' to have yo' ass on the stand B. (GRRR!)
Sold three to muh'fuckers tryin to jam me
I'm caked up so niggaz in my hood can't stand me.
It's fuck 50, I stay in the drama
He love her, I fuck her, she's his baby's mama!
She a freak, she give me the na-na
That nigga try to front. - I'll give him the Llama. - YEAH!
Yeeah! (uh!) Everything was slow motion, but I think I got the potion
Cause now that they overdosin' all my doors are back - OPEN!
In my Cadillac - totin, nigga play with me I'll smoke him
Murder one, one! Four three-fours where I'm from son. (YEAH!)
I don't need a gimmick, I'm the sickest nigga in it
Get it upside-down or twist it, I could promise you a visit.
You're a midget! - I'm taller than that nigga playin' ball and
Meanin everybody know me when I'm walkin through the mall and, (uuuuuuuuuuh-ooooooooooooh!)
I get hot, in the mornin and right before I'm performin'
I been on it since a young'n, I'm comin and here's your warnin',
Nigga! - Don't be snorin', bein on point is important
Cause a coffin'll follow shortly after the white chalk and, (YEAH!)
Call me what you want nigga but you can't call me: "Broke"!
Call me: "Crack! " Call me: "Coke! " - Call me: "Uncut! " "Dope! " (ugh!)
See my oh-eight gas burnin and my eighty-somethin' rope,
Time's over for you niggaz, red line on your throat. (Terminate this!)
UNIT! - Who, who, who, who, who, who want it? !
Who, who, who, who, who, who want it? !
Which gangsta want it? (WHAT?) Which rapper want it? (WHAT?)
Which trapper want it? - My house is haunted.
AND I'm GONE! - the Feds wanna bug me and wrap me
I'm the Gingerbread Man. - Them boys can't catch me. (uuuuuuuuuuh-ooooooooooooh!)
Two-oh-nine, M-6 stuck in the matrix
BM got a new friend, they finally got a facelift.
Yeah! - I treat bitches like cars. - I drove 'em out!
They keep a nice trey-pound from when the wolves is out.
Horses, Cavalies with a real-life vest on
I kick game (c'mon!) like Pele and Beckham. (c'mon)
I got dopehead hands! - And crackhead fingertips. (oh yeah!)
From baggin' up with my Bankhead, Atlanta bitch
Every day is Christ', I live like Santa bitch!
I'm a scrambler bitch, the Feds can't stand this shit!
[Thanks to Big TaMá$ for correcting these lyrics]
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