Tytuł: Beg for mercy

• Wykonawca: G-Unit
• Wyświetleń: 367

  
   G G G, G G G-Unit
  No peace talks, no white flags
  No mercy, I'm gettin yo ass
  
  [50 Cent]
  Niggas done heard about my click how we stay wit the toastas
  Blood in, blood out, la kostra nostra
  You don't wanna bang wit the best
  I'll have Doc removin fragments from your chest
  They say God's a forgivin' man, I hope he forgive
  Thirty shells I let off don't curse my kid
  They say Fifty done blew up, Fifty you changed
  Nigga you stunt, I pull out
  And you see I'm that same nigga that when he start to roar
  I think he's flyin
  Eight outta eight on movin targets
  You run? You still dyin
  Check my resume, I am oh so loco
  Mama ain't raise no chump, I don't talk no pocco
  
  [Chorus - 50 cent]
  Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me
  But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy
  Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's lookin for it too
  Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks
  
  Sticks and stones may break bones and the shells may hurt me
  But I take it like a man, you beg for mercy
  Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's lookin for it too
  Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks
  
  [young buck]
  There once was some niggas that tried to murda me
  I hit em up, put em in plastic surgery
  This 4-5 has made a lot of guys apologize
  The truth come out, 'stead of hearin' a lot of lies
  Some niggas catch a case and then claim they hard
  A couple chest wounds will make a nigga change his heart
  I just play my part, and while you shootin up cars
  I'm smokin' niggas like a Cuban cigar
  Let's get it poppin'
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Lloyd Banks]
  I'm tired of you niggas with your maybe beef
  We gonna be here forever, you're temporary like baby teeth
  I'm in and out the night clubs, A-D-D
  Dark blue Benz, navy seats, eighty sneaks
  These niggas tellin' out the blue
  So you hang em off the bridge
  At least they'll have to helicopter you
  The Jimmy lived in the bags, the Bell or Hop will do
  I rap for the neighborhood niggas that failed in high school
  You can tell I came a long way in my sense, home grown
  That's why them little niggas in the projects love me
  You provide the beat downs for free, I paid my dues
  I don't even freestyle for free
  I gave em a break, flew over seas
  But it's kinda hard to get homie-sick when there's blue in the trees
  Sit back and try to play your role wit the copies
  I put more staples in yo ass than a telephone pole, Yea
  
  [Chorus]