T.o.s. Lyrics - 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 

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[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! 

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[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]