t o s terminate on sight

G-unit

You don t have very many options
You can, get with the program, or you die
The Unit

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
(T.O.S.) Terminate on sight
You see the muh fuckers who get it right
(T.O.S.) Night or daylight
It s hammertime, got your nine, I got mine
(T.O.S.) I carve you up nice
You see my knife, see you in ya next life
(T.O.S.) Terminate on sight
Keep one in the chamber, walk with the banger

[50 Cent]
I m on that SSK shit, shoot, stab, kill
Think I won t get busy well nigga I, will
Ain t nothin to talk bout, get the tape and the chalk out
When I pull the strap out, I might go the mac route
Leave your car door and your windows all clapped out
I turn enemies to memories, remember me?
The Hennessy, got my eyes glassy, niggaz try to blast me
With the .38 them stray shells flew past me
I m on em, what I ma do, don t ask me
Understand I m fin to have yo ass on the stand B
Sold three to muh fuckers tryin to jam me
I m caked up so niggaz in my hood can t stand me
It s fuck 50, I stay in the drama
He love her, I fuck her, she s his baby s mama
She a freak, she give me the na-na
That nigga try to front, I ll give him the llama, YEAH!

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
Yeah (uhh)
Everything was slow motion, but I think I got the potion
Cause now that they overdosin all my doors are back, open
In my Cadillac, totin, nigga play with me I ll smoke him
Murder one one, four three-fours where I m from son
I don t need a gimmick, I m the sickest nigga in it
Get it upside-down or twist it, I could promise you a visit
You re a midget, I m taller than that nigga playin ball and
Meanin everybody know me when I m walkin through the mall and
I get hot, in the mornin and right before I m performin
I been on it since a young n, I m comin and here s your warnin nigga
Don t be snorin, bein on point is important
Cause a coffin ll follow shortly after the white chalk and
Call me what you want nigga but you can t call me broke
Call me crack, call me coke, call me uncut, dope
See my oh-eight gas burnin and my eighty-somethin rope
Time s over for you niggaz, red line on your throat (terminated)

[Chorus]

[Tony Yayo]
Unit! Who, who, who, who, who, who want it?
Who, who, who, who, who, who want it?
Which gangsta want it? (WHAT?) Which rapper want it? (WHAT?)
Which trapper want it? My house is haunted
And I m gone, the Feds wanna bug me and wrap me
I m the Gingerbread Man, them boys can t catch me
Two-oh-nine, M-6 stuck in the matrix
BM got a new friend, they finally got a facelift
Yeah, I treat bitches like cars, I drove em out
They keep a nice trey-pound from when the wolves is out
Horses, Cavalies with a real-life vest on
I kick game like Pele and Beckham (c mon)
I got dopehead hands, and crackhead fingertips (oh yeah!)
From baggin up with my Bankhead, Atlanta bitch
Every day is Christ , I live like Santa bitch
I m a scrambler bitch, the Feds can t stand this shit

[Chorus]