Death To My Enemies chords by 50 Cent

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Ebm
F
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C
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Verse 1

Ebm

Dre, niggas think we're

bullshittin'

Yeah! Yeah!

Verse 2
F 
Nigga try me son,
Am 
he best have the heat on him
F 
Want my eyes closed,
Am 
get to moppin' the street with him
Ebdim 
Dm 
Am 
Well I put your body     in a bag
C 
Front on me, I'm on ya ass
F 
I bring money to my niggas,
Am 
C 
that bring death to my enemies
Ebdim 
I bring money    to my niggas,
Am 
that bring death to my enemies

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Verse 3
F 
Nigga front on me,
Am 
the goons and goblins come out
F 
Bushmaster hundred shot
Am 
drums'll run out
They dumb out, you heard of me,
they call me big homie
Me I make the register ring
C 
I'm the cash cab
Ebdim 
They make the hammers ring
F 
Am 
They on ya ass now
Hair trigger, stare nigga,
yeah niggas'll flip
Dm 
F 
C 
Six, let it off at your wig
F 
Here I  is, where the money is,
I still get biz
D's know about the beef
Am 
Faug 
You gon' still get did
Am 
F 
It be your tombstone and your
Am 
F 
fuckin' grave they dig
Faug 
Have that ass in the precinct tryna
F 
Am 
talk to the pigs
I'm like Damien nigga
C 
When I start gettin' loose on ya
Ebdim 
Closest  thing to lucifer,
Dm 
Am 
you think you got a noose on ya
C 
I make it hard to breathe
Am 
Ebm 
I come with your heart, so air it out
Dm 
Am 
Make it hard to eat
F 
Have you lookin' both ways
Am 
Like you crossin' the street!

Verse 4
F 
Nigga try me son,
Am 
he best have the heat on him
F 
Want my eyes closed,
Am 
get to moppin' the street with him
F 
Dm 
Am 
Well I put your body in a bag
C 
Front on me, I'm on ya ass
F 
I bring money to my niggas,
Am 
C 
that bring death to my enemies
Ebdim 
I bring money    to my niggas,
Am 
that bring death to my enemies

Verse 5
F 
Faug 
Yeah niggas send me the wrong message,
Dm 
Am 
we gon' fucking kill the messenger
Your whole clique hollow tips'll tear up
the best of ya
F 
Am 
This ain't the "carter" nigga,
this is sparta
It's harder I die and be a martyr,
C 
Ebm 
respect me like your father
Ebdim 
Am 
Let off a clip or let a case off
I have your pussy ass runnin'
like a race horse
Ebdim 
F 
Follow orders now yay' shoot
Am 
his "face off"
F 
You can have one, blast one,
F#dim 
it's mad fun
Ebdim 
See      how when you listen
F 
to me all of the cash gone
Am 
I was born with the tec
it's a birth defect
F 
I was conceived in the bins,
Am 
ended up  in a Benz
This is what happens when have
nots turn into sasquatch
Ebm 
F 
Let the   gat pop,
Am 
boogie down on the back blocks
It's horrific nah it's terrific
Ebm 
I got   it if you sniff it,
Am 
go head nigga twist it
F 
Get lifted, Goddamn I'm gifted

Verse 6
F 
Nigga try me son,
Am 
he best have the heat on him
Want my eyes closed,
get to moppin' the street with him
F 
Dm 
Am 
Well I put your body in a bag
C 
Front on me, I'm on ya ass
F 
I bring money to my niggas,
Am 
C 
that bring death to my enemies
Ebdim 
I bring money    to my niggas,
Dm 
Am 
that bring death to my enemies

Verse 7
Am 
Yeah I tell 'em ride on 'em
then they ride on 'em
F 
Get the line on 'em and squeeze
Am 
the .9 on 'em
Head shot, .40- glock blow
his mind on him
They say ain't not a jooks, leave
the shines on 'em,
Ebm 
Now you can watch me,
Am 
nigga like the police watch me
I move proper go ahead catch
a shell tryna stop me
Ebm 
Am 
That 4- 30 spider, carbon fibre
And my dog is like Al-
Qaeda natural fighter
F 
Rapid fire,
Am 
you're sweet like apple cider,
The mack'll fire,
F 
mask like Michael Myers
Am 
It's off the wire when I get on my bullshit
C 
No smiles, no laughs, you gets no pass
Ebm 
You can explain to my niggas
Am 
while they whoop yo' ass
My hands itch when the money comes,
C 
Am 
it's hard to explain it
Ebm 
Last time I itched like this,
Am 
a truckload came in
Get money, get bread,
that's what I do kid

Verse 8
F 
Nigga try me son,
Am 
he best have the heat on him
F 
Want my eyes closed,
Am 
get to moppin' the street with him
F 
Dm 
Am 
Well I put your body in a bag
C 
Front on me, I'm on ya ass
F 
I bring money to my niggas,
Am 
C 
that bring death to my enemies
Ebdim 
I bring money    to my niggas,
Am 
that bring death to my enemies