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T.O.S., Terminate On
You see the who get it right
T.O.S., night or
It's Hammertime, got nine, I got mine

T.O.S., I carve you up
You see my knife, see you in ya life
T.O.S., Terminate On
one in the chamber, walk with the banger

I'm on that SSK shit, shoot, stab,
Think I won't get Well nigga, I will
Ain't nothin to talk 'bout, get the and the chalk out
When I pull the strap out, I might go the mac

Leave your car door and your windows all out
I enemies to memories, remember me?
The got my eyes glassy, niggaz try to blast me
With the .38, them stray shells past me

I'm on 'em, what do, don't ask me
Understand I'm to have yo' ass on the stand B
Sold three to muh'fuckers to jam me
I'm caked up so in my hood can't stand me

It's fuck 50, I stay in the
He love her, I fuck her, she's his mama
She a freak, she me the na-na
That nigga try to front, give him the llama, yeah

T.O.S., Terminate On
You see the who get it right
T.O.S., or daylight
It's Hammertime, got nine, I got mine

T.O.S., I carve you up
You see my knife, see you in ya life
T.O.S., Terminate On
one in the chamber, walk with the banger

Yeah, uh
Everythin was slow motion, but I I got the potion
Cause now that overdosin all my doors are back, open
In my Cadillac, totin, nigga play with me smoke him
Murder one one, four three-fours I'm from, son

I don't need a gimmick, I'm the sickest in it
Get it upside-down or it, I could promise you a visit
You're a midget, I'm taller than nigga playin ball and
Meanin know me when I'm walkin through the mall and

I get hot in the mornin and right I'm performin
I been on it since a young'n, I'm comin and here's your warnin
be snorin, bein on point is important
Cause a coffin'll follow shortly after the chalk and, yeah

Call me what you want nigga but you call me broke
Call me crack, call me coke, call me dope
See my oh-eight gas burnin and my eighty-somethin
Time's for you niggaz, red line on your throat, terminated

T.O.S., On Sight
You see the muh'fuckers who get it
T.O.S., night or
It's Hammertime, got your nine, I got

T.O.S., I carve you up
You see my knife, see you in ya life
T.O.S., On Sight
Keep one in the chamber, with the banger

Unit, who, who, who, who, who, who it?
Who, who, who, who, who, who it?
Which gangsta want it? What? Which rapper it? What?
Which trapper want it? My house is

And I'm gone, the Feds wanna bug me and me
I'm the Man, them boys can't catch me
Two-oh-nine, M-6 in the matrix
BM got a new friend, they got a facelift

Yeah, I treat bitches like cars, I 'em out
They a nice trey-pound from when the wolves is out
Horses, Cavalies with a vest on
I kick game Pele and Beckham, c'mon

I got hands, and crackhead fingertips, oh yeah
baggin up with my Bankhead, Atlanta bitch
Every day is Christ', I live like bitch
I'm a scrambler bitch, the Feds can't stand shit

T.O.S., On Sight
You see the who get it right
T.O.S., or daylight
Hammertime, got your nine, I got mine

T.O.S., I carve you up
You see my knife, see you in ya next
T.O.S., On Sight
one in the chamber, walk with the banger