Imagine the triumph of buying a frozen burrito from the popular guy who used to torment you in high school. Now imagine him going, “That’ll be $1.15 — fag!” Herein lies the nature of G-Unit’s second outing: despite their commercial decline, the group defiantly stick to early-’00s bully rap. Aside from a self-consciously timely autotuned hook on “Rider Pt. 2,” Terminate on Sight is all lazily catchy G-Unit Brand choruses, strong, no-name producers and blood-hungry lyrics written for the streets (read: 14-year-olds burning ants with magnifying glasses). In other words, it’s like every other enjoyable, if formulaic, G-Unit release. The award for Most Improved goes to Tony Yayo for his newfound restraint. Nevertheless, if you want overall artistic growth, look elsewhere; if you want to torture ants, this is your record.