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]