Death to My Enemies

Dre, **** think we're bullshittin'

Yeah

Yeah

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

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

Well, I put your body in a bag

Front on me, I'm on yo ass

I bring money to my **** that bring death to my enemies

I bring money to my **** that bring death to my enemies

**** 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 ****, yeah, ****'ll flip

Six shot, semi assault, 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 fuckin' grave they dig

Have that ass in the precinct tryin'a talk to the pigs

I'm like Damien, ****

When I start gettin' loose on ya

Closest thing to Lucifer, you think I 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

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

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

Well, I put your body in a bag

Front on me, I'm on yo ass

I bring money to my **** that bring death to my enemies

I bring money to my **** that bring death to my enemies

Yeah, **** send me the wrong message

We gonna fuckin' kill the messenger

Your whole clique, hollowtips'll tear up the best of ya

This ain't the Carter, ****, 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 runnin' like a race horse

Follow orders now, yeah, 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 the 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 ahead, ****, twist it

Get lifted, goddamn I'm gifted

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

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

Well I put your body in a bag

Front on me, I'm on yo ass

I bring money to my **** that bring death to my enemies

I bring money to my **** 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

Head shot, .40 glock, blow his mind on 'im

They say ain't not a jooks, leave the shines on 'em

Now you can watch me, **** like the police watch me

I move proper, go ahead and catch a shell tryin'a stop me

That 4-30 spider, carbon fiber

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 **** 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

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

Want my eyes closed, get to mop the street with him

Well, I put your body in a bag

Front on me, I'm on yo ass

I bring money to my **** that bring death to my enemies

I bring money to my **** that bring death to my enemies