G-Unit - Beg for Mercy Lyrics

Writer(s) : SMITH, ROBERT BRANDON / JACKSON, CURTIS JAMES / BROWN, DAVID DARNELL / LLOYD, CHRISTOPHER CHARLES
Artist: G-Unit Lyrics
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Album: Track 14 on Beg for Mercy
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G G G, G G G-Unit
No peace talks, no white flags
No mercy, I'm getting yo ***

[50 Cent]
*****s done heard about my click how we stay wit the toasters
Blood in, blood out, la kostra nostra
You don't want to bang wit the best
I'll have Doc removing 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
***** you stunt, I pull out
And you see I'm that same ***** that when he start to roar
I think he's flying
Eight outta eight on moving targets
You run? You still dying
Check my resume, I am oh so loco
Mama ain't raise no chump, I don't talk no pocco

[Chorus: x2 50 Cent & Lloyd Banks]
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, *****'s looking for it too
**** is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks

[Young Buck]
There once was some *****s that tried to murder 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 *****s catch a case and then claim they hard
A couple chest wounds will make a ***** change his heart
I just play my part, and while you shooting up cars
I'm smokin' *****s like a Cuban cigar
Let's get it poppin'

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
I'm tired of you *****s 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 *****s 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 *****s that failed in high school
You can tell I came a long way in my sense, home grown
That's why them little *****s 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 *** than a telephone pole, Yea

[Chorus]


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