50 Cent - d**h To My Enemies lyrics

[Intro:] Dre, n***as think we're bullsh**tin'! [gun co*ks] Yeah! Yeeaaaah! [Chorus:] n***a try me son, he best have the heat on him! Want my eyes closed, get to moppin' the street with him! Well I put your body in a baaaaag! Front on me, I'm on ya aaaaa**! I bring money to my n***as, that bring d**h to my enemies! [police sirens] I bring money to my n***as, that bring d**h to my enemies! [police sirens] [Verse 1:] n***a front on me, the goons and goblins come out Wishmaster 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 can! They make the hammers ring! - They on ya a** now! Hair trigger, stare n***a, yeah n***as'll flip! Six?, let it off at your will Here I is, where the money is, I still get biz! D's know about the beef! - You gon' still get did! It be your tombstone and your f**in' grave they dig! Have that a** in the precinct tryna talk to the pigs I'm like Damien n***a! - When I start gettin' 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 crossin' the street! [Repeat Chorus:] [Verse 2:] Yeah! - n***as send me the wrong message, we gon' f**ing k** the messenger Your whole clique! - Hollowtips'll tear up the best of ya! This ain't the "Carter" n***a, 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 p**y a** runnin' 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 Tec! - It's a birth defect! I was concieved 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 n***a twist it Get lifted! Goddamn I'm gifted! [Repeat Chorus:] [Verse 3:] Yeah! - I tell 'em ride on 'em! - Then they ride on 'em! Get the line on 'em and squeeze the .9 on 'em! Head shot, .40-Glock blow his mind on him They say ain't not a jooks, leave the shines on 'em; Now you can watch me! - n***a like the police watch me! I move proper! - Go ahead catch a shell tryna 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'll fire, mask like Michael Myers! It's off the wire! - When I get on my bullsh** No smiles, no laughs, you gets no pa**! You can explain to my n***as while they whoop yo' a** 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! [Repeat Chorus:]