Death to My Enemies

[Intro] Dre, niggas think we bullshitting Yeah, yeah [Chorus] Nigga, try me, son, he best have the heat on him Whip him outta his clothes, get to mopping the street with him Boy, I'll put your body in a bag Front on me, I'm on ya ass I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies [Verse 1] Nigga 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 nigga, yeah, niggas'll flip Six shot semi assault, let it off at your whip Here I is, where the money is, I still get biz If D's know about the beef, you gon' still get did It be your tombstone and your fucking grave they dig Have that ass in the precinct trying to talk to the pigs I'm like Damien, nigga, when I start getting loose on you Closest thing to Lucifer, you think you got a noose on you 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 crossing the street [Chorus] Nigga, try me, son, he best have the heat on him Whip him outta his clothes, get to mopping the street with him Boy, I'll put your body in a bag Front on me, I'm on ya ass I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies [Verse 2] Yeah, niggas send me the wrong message, we gon' fucking kill the messenger Your whole clique, hollow tips'll tear up the best of ya This ain't the "Carter" nigga, 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 running 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 tech, it's a birth defect I was conceived in the bins, ended up in a Benz This is what happens when have-not's 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 nigga twist it Get lifted, goddamn I'm gifted [Chorus] Nigga, try me, son, he best have the heat on him Whip him outta his clothes, get to mopping the street with him Boy, I'll put your body in a bag Front on me, I'm on ya ass I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies [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 Headshot, .40-Glock blow his mind on him It's a hit, not a jux leave the shines on 'em Now you can watch me, nigga, like the police watch me I move properly, go ahead catch a shell trying to stop me F430 Spider, carbon fiber Hit my targets like Al Qaeda, natural fighter Rapid fire, you're sweet like apple cider The MAC'll fire, the mask like Michael Myers It's awfully quiet when I get on my bullshit No smiles, no laughs, you gets no pass You can explain to my niggas 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 [Chorus] Nigga, try me, son, he best have the heat on him Whip him outta his clothes, get to mopping the street with him Boy, I'll put your body in a bag Front on me, I'm on ya ass I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies I bring money to my niggas that bring death to my enemies