G-unit Beg For Mercy (g Unit) Lyrics

Beg For Mercy (g Unit) Lyrics

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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]