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G-Unit - Beg for Mercy lyrics
G-G-G-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 costa nostra You don't wanna bang wit the best I'll have Doc removin' fragments from yo' chest They say God's a forgivin' man, I hope he forgive Pray the shells I let off don't curse ma kid They say 50 done blew up, 50, you changed Nigga you stunt, I put out And you see I'm that same nigga that when he start 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 popo [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 yo' eyes wide open, niggas lookin fo' 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 yo' eyes wide open, niggas lookin fo' it too Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks [Young Buck] There once was some niggas that tried to merk me I hit 'em up, put 'em in plastic surgery This .45 has made a lotta guys apologize The truth come out, 'stead of hearin' a lotta lies Some niggas catch a case and then claim they h ard A couple chest wounds will make a nigga change his heart I jusy play ma part, and while you shootin' up cars I'm smokin' niggas like a Cuban cigar Let's get it started! [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] I'm tired of you niggas wit yo' maybe beefs We gon' be here forever, you're temporary like baby teeth I'm in and out the night clubs, eighty deep Dark blue Benz, navy seats, eighty sneaks These niggas tellin' out the blue So you hang 'em off the bridge At least I gotta helicopter you The Jimmy lived the bags the bell of hop will do I rap for the neighborhood niggas that failed in hospitals you can tell I came a long way in ma sense, homegrown That's why them little niggas in the projects love me You provide the beat downs for free, I paid ma dues I don't even freestyle for free I gave 'em a break, flew over seas But it's kinda hard to get homesick when there's blue in the tree Sit back and try to play yo' role wit the coppies I put more staples in yo' ass than a telephone pole, YEAH! [Chorus] |
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