Artist: 50 Cent Album: Before I Self Destruct Song: Death to My Enemies Typed by: jaysscholar@gmail.com [Intro] Dre, niggas think we're bullshitting [Chorus] Nigga try me son, he best have the heat on him Want my eyes closed, get to mopping the street with him Boy I put your body in a bag, front on me, I'm on ya ass I bring money to my niggas, that bring death to my enemies I bring money to my niggas, that bring death to my enemies [Verse 1] Nigga front on me, the goons and goblins come out Wishmaster hundred shot drums will run out They dumb out, you heard of me, they call me big homie Me, I make the register ring, I'm the cash cow They make the hammers ring, you on your ass now Hair trigger, stare nigga, yeah niggas'll flip Six to a semi assault, let it off at your will Here I is, where the money is, I still get biz D's know about the beef, you going to still get did It be your tombstone and your fucking grave they dig Have that ass in the precinct trying to talk to the pigs I'm like Damien nigga, when I start getting loose on you Closest thing to Lucifer, you think you got a noose on you I make it hard to breathe I come where your hustle, air it out, make it hard to eat Have you looking both ways like you crossing the street [Chorus] [Verse 2] Niggas send me the wrong message, we going fucking kill the messenger Your whole clique, hollow tips will tear up the best of you This ain't +Tha Carter+ nigga, this is Sparta It's harder, I die and be a martyr, respect me like your father Let off a clip or let a case off I have your pussy ass running like a race horse Follow orders now, Yay shoot his face off You can have one, blast one, it's mad fun See how when you listen to me all of the cash come I was born with the Tec, it's a birth defect I was conceived in the bins, ended up in a Benz This is what happens when have-nots turn into sasquatch Let the gat pop, boogie down on the back blocks It's horrific, nah it's terrific I got it if you sniff it, go head nigga twist it Get lifted, goddamn I'm gifted [Chorus] [Verse 3] I tell them ride on them, then they ride on them Get the line on them then squeeze the .9 on them Head shot, .40 glock, blow his mind on him They say ain't not a jooks, leave his shines on his Now you can watch me, nigga like the police watch me I move proper, go ahead catch a shell trying to stop me That 4-30 Spider, carbon fibre And my dog is like Al Qaeda, natural fighter Rapid fire, you're sweet like apple cider The Mack will fire, mask like Michael Myers It's off the wire when I get on my bullshit No smiles, no laughs, you gets no pass You can explain to my niggas while they whoop your ass My hands itch when the money comes, it's hard to explain it Last time I itched like this a truckload came in Get money, get bread, that's what I do kid [Chorus]