G-unit - Casualties Of War lyrics

[50 Cent] Disrespectful Anything, I let you breathe Now you're dead [Chorus: 50 Cent] There's no room without casualties End up in a wake when you f** with me You got beef with my man you got beef with me I got the semi on me motherf**er you'll see Devil 'round the corner [50 Cent] Is that my dawg, that slap that cat? Now how did the chicken give birth to a rat? Now how did the rat learn to sing like a bird? His pops is a O.G., this is absurd My gun game right, my knife game right f** around I get right, in broad daylight Spin the barrel on a n***a, pin the tail on the donkey It's a zoo out this b**h, I put a hole in the monkey Got the gemstars to rip 'em, hundred shots to clip 'em Bodybags they zip 'em, and we don't know a thang You hit n***a you trippin, you think it's over you trippin Reload slap the clip in, back, back, strapped [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] Uhh, I drink like a uncle, smoke like a rasta Ball like a superstar, talk like a boxer f** like a rabbit, sh** like a dinosaur See like a sniper, lil' n***a aim height is raw Ride like a Lambo', stunt like I'm out of town Strap like Commando, B-A-N-K-dollar sign Live everything up I won't, change like the others, nope Switch overnight I can't, I'm outside his camp I'm 'bout a dollar boy and dollar bills'll k** k** that bullsh**, I'm famous but I'm ridin with the steel Will throw it all away, I see you later today You'll see I'm fadin away, that's all I'm able to say [Chorus] [Tony Yayo] Yeah, it's the enforcer Yayo We could do it in broad daylight in front of the White House for all I care I blow your heart out your body s**a Then jump in the Aston blastin, burnin rubber Black ski mask, the Aston tinted Ditch the gun, burn the car cause my DNA in it Next day it's the GT, stunt off of G.P. Fist full of stones, fingers glowin like E.T. Fake O.G., O.G. Bobby Jones Do your son like J-Rock, Mausberg pumpin I'm stuntin, focus like a digital camera Got that P-95 with that invisible hammer n***a who you tryin to ride on, I'm a icon Heart made of steel, balls made of ir-on [Chorus] [50 Cent] Devil 'round the corner, corner