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lirik lagu unit – t.o.s. (terminate on sight) – g

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’f-ckers who get it right
(t.o.s.) night or daylight
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 life
(t.o.s.) terminate on sight
keep one in the chamber, walk with the banger

[50 cent]
i’m on that ssk sh-t, shoot, stab, kill
think i won’t get busy well n-gg- i, will
ain’t nothin to talk ’bout, get the tape and the chalk out
when i pull the strap out, i might go the mac route
leave your car door and your windows all clapped out
i turn enemies to memories, remember me?
the hennessy, got my eyes gl-ssy, n-gg-z try to blast me
with the .38 them stray sh-lls flew past me
i’m on ’em, what i’ma do, don’t ask me
understand i’m fin’ to have yo’ -ss on the stand b
sold three to muh’f-ckers tryin to jam me
i’m caked up so n-gg-z in my hood can’t stand me
it’s f-ck 50, i stay in the drama
he love her, i f-ck her, she’s his baby’s mama
she a freak, she give me the na-na
that n-gg- try to front, i’ll give him the llama, yeah!


[lloyd banks]
yeah (uhh)
everything was slow motion, but i think i got the potion
cause now that they overdosin all my doors are back, open
in my cadillac, totin, n-gg- play with me i’ll smoke him
murder one one, four three-fours where i’m from son
i don’t need a gimmick, i’m the sickest n-gg- in it
get it upside-down or twist it, i could promise you a visit
you’re a midget, i’m taller than that n-gg- playin ball and
meanin everybody know me when i’m walkin through the mall 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 n-gg-
don’t be snorin, bein on point is important
cause a coffin’ll follow shortly after the white chalk and
call me what you want n-gg- but you can’t call me broke
call me crack, call me c-ke, call me uncut, dope
see my oh-eight gas burnin and my eighty-somethin rope
time’s over for you n-gg-z, red line on your throat (terminated)


[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 finally got a facelift
yeah, i treat b-tches like cars, i drove ’em out
they keep a nice trey-pound from when the wolves is out
horses, cavalies with a real-life vest on
i kick game like pele and beckham (c’mon)
i got dopehead hands, and crackhead fingertips (oh yeah!)
from baggin up with my bankhead, atlanta b-tch
every day is christ’, i live like santa b-tch
i’m a scrambler b-tch, the feds can’t stand this sh-t


- kumpulan lirik lagu g