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from G-Unit - T.O.S. (Terminate On Sight) (2008)
[Chorus: Lloyd Banks (50 Cent)]
I came to get somethin, I ain't worried 'bout nothin Child of the hood, I was put here for stuntin Strap like it's legal, ridin around bumpin If you can't beat 'em don't join 'em, jump 'em, fuck 'em (I never liked these niggaz anyway) (They could drop dead, fall off a buildin today) Hey... (Nobody gon' miss you anyway) (No days off, keep the pistol e'ry day) [50 Cent:] I got the burner burner, I come to burn and burn ya Revolver turn ya, call it murder murder I ain't smilin I ain't smirkin, I ain't muh'fuckin jokin See if you think somethin sweet when your head open Cross me, force me, go 'head, line me up I found where you rest at, you grimy fuck I be out front your raggedy-ass crib on a stake-out With a pound, two clips, and Chinese take-out You make it rain, I make it lead shower You say your prayers, you in your last hour I have you pushin up daisies, the coke dump crazy You chumps amaze me, the wolves they raised me You don't like me then spray me [Chorus] |
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