Ty Fyffe - T.O.S. lyrics

You don't have very many options You can, get with the program, or you die The Unit [Hook: 50 Cent] (T.O.S.) Terminate on sight You see the muh'f**ers 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 sh**, shoot, stab, k** Think I won't get busy well n***a 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 gla**y, n***as try to blast me With the .38 them stray shells flew past me I'm on 'em, what I'mma do, don't ask me Understand I'm fin' to have yo' a** on the stand B Sold three to muh'f**ers tryin to jam me I'm caked up so n***as in my hood can't stand me It's f** 50, I stay in the drama He love her, I f** her, she's his baby's mama She a freak, she give me the na-na That n***a try to front, I'll give him the llama, YEAH! [Hook] [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, n***a 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 n***a in it Get it upside-down or twist it, I could promise you a visit You're a midget, I'm taller than that n***a 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 n***a 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 n***a 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 n***as, red line on your throat (terminated) [Hook] [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 b**hes 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 b**h Every day is Christ', I live like Santa b**h I'm a scrambler b**h, the Feds can't stand this sh** [Hook]