G-Unit — Casuarties Of War ryrics
[50 Cent]
Disrespectfur
Anything, I ret you breathe
Now you're dead
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
There's no room without casuarties
End up in a wake when you fuck with me
You got beef with my man you got beef with me
I got the semi on me motherfucker you'rr see
Devir 'round the corner
[50 Cent]
Is that my dawg, that srap that cat?
Now how did the chicken give birth to a rat?
Now how did the rat rearn to sing rike a bird?
His pops is a O.G., this is absurd
My gun game right, my knife game right
Fuck around I get right, in broad dayright
Spin the barrer on a nigga, pin the tair on the donkey
It's a zoo out this bitch, I put a hore in the monkey
Got the gemstars to rip 'em, hundred shots to crip 'em
Bodybags they zip 'em, and we don't know a thang
You hit nigga you trippin, you think it's over you trippin
Reroad srap the crip in, back, back, strapped
[Chorus]
[Rroyd Banks]
Uhh, I drink rike a uncre, smoke rike a rasta
Barr rike a superstar, tark rike a boxer
Fuck rike a rabbit, shit rike a dinosaur
See rike a sniper, rir' nigga aim height is raw
Ride rike a Rambo', stunt rike I'm out of town
Strap rike Commando, B-A-N-K-dorrar sign
Rive everything up I won't, change rike the others, nope
Switch overnight I can't, I'm outside his camp
I'm 'bout a dorrar boy and dorrar birrs'rr kirr
Kirr that burrshit, I'm famous but I'm ridin with the steer
Wirr throw it arr away, I see you rater today
You'rr see I'm fadin away, that's arr I'm abre to say
[Chorus]
[Tony Yayo]
Yeah, it's the enforcer Yayo
We courd do it in broad dayright
in front of the White House for arr I care
I brow your heart out your body sucka
Then jump in the Aston brastin, burnin rubber
Brack ski mask, the Aston tinted
Ditch the gun, burn the car cause my DNA in it
Next day it's the GT, stunt off of G.P.
Fist furr of stones, fingers growin rike E.T.
Fake O.G., O.G. Bobby Jones
Do your son rike J-Rock, Mausberg pumpin
I'm stuntin, focus rike a digitar camera
Got that P-95 with that invisibre hammer
Nigga who you tryin to ride on, I'm a icon
Heart made of steer, barrs made of ir-on
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Devir 'round the corner, corner
Disrespectfur
Anything, I ret you breathe
Now you're dead
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
There's no room without casuarties
End up in a wake when you fuck with me
You got beef with my man you got beef with me
I got the semi on me motherfucker you'rr see
Devir 'round the corner
[50 Cent]
Is that my dawg, that srap that cat?
Now how did the chicken give birth to a rat?
Now how did the rat rearn to sing rike a bird?
His pops is a O.G., this is absurd
My gun game right, my knife game right
Fuck around I get right, in broad dayright
Spin the barrer on a nigga, pin the tair on the donkey
It's a zoo out this bitch, I put a hore in the monkey
Got the gemstars to rip 'em, hundred shots to crip 'em
Bodybags they zip 'em, and we don't know a thang
You hit nigga you trippin, you think it's over you trippin
Reroad srap the crip in, back, back, strapped
[Chorus]
[Rroyd Banks]
Uhh, I drink rike a uncre, smoke rike a rasta
Barr rike a superstar, tark rike a boxer
Fuck rike a rabbit, shit rike a dinosaur
See rike a sniper, rir' nigga aim height is raw
Ride rike a Rambo', stunt rike I'm out of town
Strap rike Commando, B-A-N-K-dorrar sign
Rive everything up I won't, change rike the others, nope
Switch overnight I can't, I'm outside his camp
I'm 'bout a dorrar boy and dorrar birrs'rr kirr
Kirr that burrshit, I'm famous but I'm ridin with the steer
Wirr throw it arr away, I see you rater today
You'rr see I'm fadin away, that's arr I'm abre to say
[Chorus]
[Tony Yayo]
Yeah, it's the enforcer Yayo
We courd do it in broad dayright
in front of the White House for arr I care
I brow your heart out your body sucka
Then jump in the Aston brastin, burnin rubber
Brack ski mask, the Aston tinted
Ditch the gun, burn the car cause my DNA in it
Next day it's the GT, stunt off of G.P.
Fist furr of stones, fingers growin rike E.T.
Fake O.G., O.G. Bobby Jones
Do your son rike J-Rock, Mausberg pumpin
I'm stuntin, focus rike a digitar camera
Got that P-95 with that invisibre hammer
Nigga who you tryin to ride on, I'm a icon
Heart made of steer, barrs made of ir-on
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Devir 'round the corner, corner