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Lyrics Death To My Enemies.lrc 50 Cent

[id: pshjodfv]
[ar: 50 Cent]
[al: Before I Self-Destruct]
[ti: Death To My Enemies]
[length: 03:47]

[00:00.20]Dre, niggas think we’re bullshitting
[00:06.65]Nigga try me, son, he best have the heat on him
[00:08.79]Whip him outta his clothes, get to mopping the street with him
[00:11.39]Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I’m on ya ass
[00:16.95]I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies
[00:22.05]I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies
[00:27.04]Nigga front on me, the goons and goblins come out
[00:29.15]Bushmaster hundred shot, drums’ll run out
[00:31.85]They dumb out, you heard of me, they call me big homie
[00:34.29]Me I make the register ring, I’m the cash cow
[00:37.34]They make the hammers ring, they on ya ass now
[00:39.71]Hair trigger, stare nigga, yeah, niggas’ll flip
[00:42.38]Six shot semi assault, let it off at your will
[00:44.82]Here I is, where the money is, I still get biz
[00:47.32]If D’s know about the beef, you gon’ still get did
[00:49.94]It be your tombstone and your fucking grave they dig
[00:52.56]Have that ass in the precinct trying to talk to the pigs
[00:55.18]I’m like Damien, nigga, when I start getting loose on ya
[00:58.20]Closest thing to Lucifer, you think you got a noose on ya
[01:00.59]I make it hard to breathe
[01:02.02]I come with your hustle, air it out, make it hard to eat
[01:05.33]Have you lookin’ both ways like you crossing the street
[01:07.89]Nigga try me, son, he best have the heat on him
[01:10.09]Whip him outta his clothes, get to mopping the street with him
[01:12.61]Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I’m on ya ass
[01:17.91]I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies
[01:23.07]I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies
[01:28.03]Yeah, niggas send me the wrong message, we gon’ fucking kill the messenger
[01:31.16]Your whole clique, hollowtips’ll tear up the best of ya
[01:33.72]This ain’t the “Carter” nigga, this is Sparta
[01:36.35]It’s harder, I die and be a martyr, respect me like your father
[01:39.56]Let off a clip or let a case off
[01:41.98]I have your pussy ass running like a race horse
[01:44.67]Follow orders now, Yay’ shoot his face off
[01:46.86]You can have one, blast one, it’s mad fun
[01:49.37]See how when you listen to me all of the cash gone
[01:51.56]I was born with the tech, it’s a birth defect
[01:53.72]I was conceived in the bins, ended up in a Benz
[01:56.41]This is what happens when have-not’s turn into Sasquatch
[01:59.36]Let the gat pop, boogie down on the back blocks
[02:01.74]It’s horrific, nah, it’s terrific
[02:04.29]I got it if you sniff it, go ‘head nigga twist it
[02:06.95]Get lifted, goddamn I’m gifted
[02:09.69]Nigga try me, son, he best have the heat on him
[02:11.32]Whip him outta his clothes, get to mopping the street with him
[02:13.89]Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I’m on ya ass
[02:19.13]I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies
[02:24.29]I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies
[02:28.75]Yeah, I tell ’em ride on ’em then they ride on ’em
[02:32.04]Get the line on ’em and squeeze the .9 on ’em
[02:34.67]Headshot, .40-Glock blow his mind on him
[02:37.28]It’s a hit, not a jux leave the shines on ’em
[02:39.66]Now you can watch me, nigga, like the police watch me
[02:42.56]I move proper, go ahead catch a shell trying to stop me
[02:45.06]That 430 Spider, carbon fibre
[02:47.46]And my dog is like Al Qaeda, natural fighter
[02:50.06]Rapid fire, you’re sweet like apple cider
[02:52.52]The Mack’ll fire, mask like Michael Myers
[02:55.29]It’s off the wire when I get on my bullshit
[02:57.63]No smiles, no laughs, you gets no pass
[03:00.06]You can explain to my niggas while they whoop yo’ ass
[03:02.64]My hands itch when the money comes, it’s hard to explain it
[03:05.48]Last time I itched like this, a truckload came in
[03:08.04]Get money, get bread, that’s what I do kid
[03:10.32]Nigga try me, son, he best have the heat on him
[03:12.84]Whip him outta his clothes, get to mopping the street with him
[03:15.41]Well, I put your body in a bag, front on me, I’m on ya ass
[03:20.48]I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies
[03:25.57]I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies
[03:31.03]Year of Release: 2009

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