Lyrics Death to My Enemies - 50 Cent
Dre,
niggas
think
we're
bullshitting
Nigga
try
me,
son,
he
best
have
the
heat
on
him
Whip
him
outta
his
clothes,
get
to
mopping
the
street
with
him
Well,
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
Nigga
front
on
me,
the
goons
and
goblins
come
out
Bushmaster
hundred
shot,
drums'll
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,
they
on
ya
ass
now
Hair
trigger,
stare
nigga,
yeah,
niggas'll
flip
Six
shot
semi
assault,
let
it
off
at
your
will
Here
I
is,
where
the
money
is,
I
still
get
biz
If
D's
know
about
the
beef,
you
gon'
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
ya
Closest
thing
to
Lucifer,
you
think
you
got
a
noose
on
ya
I
make
it
hard
to
breathe
I
come
with
your
hustle,
air
it
out,
make
it
hard
to
eat
Have
you
lookin'
both
ways
like
you
crossing
the
street
Nigga
try
me,
son,
he
best
have
the
heat
on
him
Whip
him
outta
his
clothes,
get
to
mopping
the
street
with
him
Well,
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
Yeah,
niggas
send
me
the
wrong
message,
we
gon'
fucking
kill
the
messenger
Your
whole
clique,
hollowtips'll
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
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
gone
I
was
born
with
the
tech,
it's
a
birth
defect
I
was
conceived
in
the
bins,
ended
up
in
a
Benz
This
is
what
happens
when
have-not's
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
Nigga
try
me,
son,
he
best
have
the
heat
on
him
Whip
him
outta
his
clothes,
get
to
mopping
the
street
with
him
Well,
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
Yeah,
I
tell
'em
ride
on
'em
then
they
ride
on
'em
Get
the
line
on
'em
and
squeeze
the
.9
on
'em
Headshot,
.40-Glock
blow
his
mind
on
him
It's
a
hit,
not
a
jux
leave
the
shines
on
'em
Now
you
can
watch
me,
nigga,
like
the
police
watch
me
I
move
proper,
go
ahead
catch
a
shell
trying
to
stop
me
That
430
Spider,
carbon
fibre
And
my
dog
is
like
Al
Qaeda,
natural
fighter
Rapid
fire,
you're
sweet
like
apple
cider
The
Mack'll
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
yo'
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
Nigga
try
me,
son,
he
best
have
the
heat
on
him
Whip
him
outta
his
clothes,
get
to
mopping
the
street
with
him
Well,
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
1 OK, You're Right
2 Baby by Me
3 I Got Swag
4 Gangsta's Delight
5 Get It Hot
6 Stretch
7 Could've Been You
8 The Invitation
9 Flight 187
10 Baby by Me
11 Man's World
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