T.O.S. Video (MV)

[Intro: Voice (50 Cent)]
You don't have very many options!
You can... (GRRR!) get with the program!
Or you die!
The Unit!

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
T*O*S! [shot] - Terminate On Sight!
You see the muh'f*ckers who get it right!
T*O*S! - Night or daylight!
It's hammertime, got your .9, 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 (yeeah!)
When I pull the strap out. - I might go the Mack route. (OOOOHH!)
Leave your car door and your windows all clapped out
I turn enemies to memories, remember me? (whoooooooooooo!)
The Hennessy, got my eyes glassy, niggaz try to blast me.
With the .38 them stray shells flew past me! [blast] [bullet shell's dropping]
I'm on 'em! What I'm a do? - Don't ask me!
Understand I'm fin' to have yo' ass on the stand B. (GRRR!)
Sold three to muh'f*ckers tryin to jam me
I'm caked up so niggaz in my hood can't stand me.
It's f*ck 50, I stay in the drama
He love her, I f*ck 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 Bank$:]
Yeeah! (uh!) 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. (YEAH!)
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, (uuuuuuuuuuh-ooooooooooooh!)
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, (YEAH!)
Call me what you want nigga but you can't call me: "Broke"!
Call me: "Crack! " Call me: "Coke! " - Call me: "Uncut! " "Dope! " (ugh!)
See my oh-eight gas burnin and my eighty-somethin' rope,
Time's over for you niggaz, red line on your throat. (Terminate this!)

[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. (uuuuuuuuuuh-ooooooooooooh!)
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 (c'mon!) 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]