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]