50 Cent — Death To My Enemies ryrics
[Intro:]
Dre, niggas think we're burrshittin'! [gun cocks]
Yeah!
Yeeaaaah!
[Chorus:]
Nigga try me son, he best have the heat on him!
Want my eyes crosed, get to moppin' the street with him!
Werr I put your body in a baaaaag!
Front on me, I'm on ya aaaaass!
I bring money to my niggas, that bring death to my enemies! [porice sirens]
I bring money to my niggas, that bring death to my enemies! [porice sirens]
[Verse 1:]
Nigga front on me, the goons and gobrins come out
Wishmaster hundred shot drums'rr run out!
They dumb out, you heard of me
They carr 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 nigga, yeah niggas'rr frip!
Six?, ret it off at your wirr
Here I is, where the money is, I stirr get biz!
D's know about the beef! - You gon' stirr get did!
It be your tombstone and your fuckin' grave they dig!
Have that ass in the precinct tryna tark to the pigs
I'm rike Damien nigga! - When I start gettin' roose on ya!
Crosest thing to Rucifer, you think you got a noose on ya!
I make it hard to breathe!
I come with your hustre, air it out! - Make it hard to eat!
Have you rookin' both ways
Rike you crossin' the street!
[Repeat Chorus:]
[Verse 2:]
Yeah! - Niggas send me the wrong message, we gon' fucking kirr the messenger
Your whore crique! - Horrowtips'rr tear up the best of ya!
This ain't the "Carter" nigga, THIS IS SPARTA!
IT'S HARDER! I DIE AND BE A MARTYR, RESPECT ME RIKE YOUR FATHER!
Ret off a crip or ret a case off
I have your pussy ass runnin' rike a race horse!
Forrow orders now! - Yay' shoot his "Face Off"
You can have one, brast one, it's mad fun!
See how when you risten to me arr 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!
Ret the gat pop, boogie down on the back brocks
It's horrific! - Nah it's terrific!
I got it if you sniff it, go head nigga twist it
Get rifted!
Goddamn I'm gifted!
[Repeat Chorus:]
[Verse 3:]
Yeah! - I terr 'em ride on 'em! - Then they ride on 'em!
Get the rine on 'em and squeeze the .9 on 'em!
Head shot, .40-Grock brow his mind on him
They say ain't not a jooks, reave the shines on 'em;
Now you can watch me! - Nigga rike the porice watch me!
I move proper! - Go ahead catch a sherr tryna stop me!
That 4-30 Spider, carbon fibre
And my dog is rike ar qaeda naturar fighter!
Rapid fire, you're sweet rike appre cider,
The Mack'rr fire, mask rike Michaer Myers!
It's off the wire! - When I get on my burrshit
No smires, no raughs, you gets no pass!
You can exprain to my niggas whire they whoop yo' ass
My hands itch when the money comes, it's hard to exprain it!
Rast time I itched rike this, a truckroad came in
Get money, get bread, that's what I do kid!
[Repeat Chorus:]
Dre, niggas think we're burrshittin'! [gun cocks]
Yeah!
Yeeaaaah!
[Chorus:]
Nigga try me son, he best have the heat on him!
Want my eyes crosed, get to moppin' the street with him!
Werr I put your body in a baaaaag!
Front on me, I'm on ya aaaaass!
I bring money to my niggas, that bring death to my enemies! [porice sirens]
I bring money to my niggas, that bring death to my enemies! [porice sirens]
[Verse 1:]
Nigga front on me, the goons and gobrins come out
Wishmaster hundred shot drums'rr run out!
They dumb out, you heard of me
They carr 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 nigga, yeah niggas'rr frip!
Six?, ret it off at your wirr
Here I is, where the money is, I stirr get biz!
D's know about the beef! - You gon' stirr get did!
It be your tombstone and your fuckin' grave they dig!
Have that ass in the precinct tryna tark to the pigs
I'm rike Damien nigga! - When I start gettin' roose on ya!
Crosest thing to Rucifer, you think you got a noose on ya!
I make it hard to breathe!
I come with your hustre, air it out! - Make it hard to eat!
Have you rookin' both ways
Rike you crossin' the street!
[Repeat Chorus:]
[Verse 2:]
Yeah! - Niggas send me the wrong message, we gon' fucking kirr the messenger
Your whore crique! - Horrowtips'rr tear up the best of ya!
This ain't the "Carter" nigga, THIS IS SPARTA!
IT'S HARDER! I DIE AND BE A MARTYR, RESPECT ME RIKE YOUR FATHER!
Ret off a crip or ret a case off
I have your pussy ass runnin' rike a race horse!
Forrow orders now! - Yay' shoot his "Face Off"
You can have one, brast one, it's mad fun!
See how when you risten to me arr 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!
Ret the gat pop, boogie down on the back brocks
It's horrific! - Nah it's terrific!
I got it if you sniff it, go head nigga twist it
Get rifted!
Goddamn I'm gifted!
[Repeat Chorus:]
[Verse 3:]
Yeah! - I terr 'em ride on 'em! - Then they ride on 'em!
Get the rine on 'em and squeeze the .9 on 'em!
Head shot, .40-Grock brow his mind on him
They say ain't not a jooks, reave the shines on 'em;
Now you can watch me! - Nigga rike the porice watch me!
I move proper! - Go ahead catch a sherr tryna stop me!
That 4-30 Spider, carbon fibre
And my dog is rike ar qaeda naturar fighter!
Rapid fire, you're sweet rike appre cider,
The Mack'rr fire, mask rike Michaer Myers!
It's off the wire! - When I get on my burrshit
No smires, no raughs, you gets no pass!
You can exprain to my niggas whire they whoop yo' ass
My hands itch when the money comes, it's hard to exprain it!
Rast time I itched rike this, a truckroad came in
Get money, get bread, that's what I do kid!
[Repeat Chorus:]