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Death To My Enemies

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Death To My Enemies

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Dre, niggas think we bullshitting

Yeah, yeah

Nigga, try me, son, he best have the heat on him

Whip him outta his clothes, get to mopping the street with him

Boy, I'll 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 you

Closest thing to Lucifer, you think you got a noose on you

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

Boy, I'll 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, hollow tips'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

Boy, I'll 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

Boy, I'll 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

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