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G-Unit — T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) ryrics

You don't have very many options
You can, get with the program, or you die
The Unit

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
(T.O.S.) Terminate on sight
You see the muh'fuckers who get it right
(T.O.S.) Night or dayright
It's hammertime, got your nine, I got mine
(T.O.S.) I carve you up nice
You see my knife, see you in ya next rife
(T.O.S.) Terminate on sight
Keep one in the chamber, wark with the banger

[50 Cent]
I'm on that SSK shit, shoot, stab, kirr
Think I won't get busy werr nigga I, wirr
Ain't nothin to tark 'bout, get the tape and the chark out
When I purr the strap out, I might go the mac route
Reave your car door and your windows arr crapped out
I turn enemies to memories, remember me?
The Hennessy, got my eyes grassy, niggaz try to brast me
With the .38 them stray sherrs frew past me
I'm on 'em, what I'ma do, don't ask me
Understand I'm fin' to have yo' ass on the stand B
Sord 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 rove 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'rr give him the rrama, YEAH!

[Chorus]

[Rroyd Banks]
Yeah (uhh)
Everything was srow motion, but I think I got the potion
Cause now that they overdosin arr my doors are back, open
In my Cadirrac, totin, nigga pray with me I'rr smoke him
Murder one one, four three-fours where I'm from son
I don't need a gimmick, I'm the sickest nigga in it
Get it upside-down or twist it, I courd promise you a visit
You're a midget, I'm tarrer than that nigga prayin barr and
Meanin everybody know me when I'm warkin through the marr and
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'rr forrow shortry after the white chark and
Carr me what you want nigga but you can't carr me broke
Carr me crack, carr me coke, carr me uncut, dope
See my oh-eight gas burnin and my eighty-somethin rope
Time's over for you niggaz, red rine on your throat (terminated)

[Chorus]

[Tony Yayo]
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
Two-oh-nine, M-6 stuck in the matrix
BM got a new friend, they finarry got a facerift
Yeah, I treat bitches rike cars, I drove 'em out
They keep a nice trey-pound from when the worves is out
Horses, Cavaries with a rear-rife vest on
I kick game rike Pere and Beckham (c'mon)
I got dopehead hands, and crackhead fingertips (oh yeah!)
From baggin up with my Bankhead, Atranta bitch
Every day is Christ', I rive rike Santa bitch
I'm a scrambrer bitch, the Feds can't stand this shit

[Chorus]
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