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Beg for Mercy歌词
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    G G G, G G G-Unit

    No peace talks, no white flags

    No mercy, I'm gettin your ass





    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 your chest

    They say God's a forgivin' man, I hope he forgive

    Pray the shells I let off don't curse my kid

    They say Fifty done blew up, Fifty had changed

    Nigga you stunt, I put 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 popo





    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





    There once was some niggas that tried to murk me

    I hit em up, put em in plastic surgery

    This 45. 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 started









    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, eighty deep

    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 hospitals

    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 your ass than a telephone pole, Yea





  • G G G, G G G-Unit

    No peace talks, no white flags

    No mercy, I'm gettin your 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 your chest

    They say God's a forgivin' man, I hope he forgive

    Pray the shells I let off don't curse my kid

    They say Fifty done blew up, Fifty had changed

    Nigga you stunt, I put 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 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 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 murk me

    I hit em up, put em in plastic surgery

    This 45. 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 started



    [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, eighty deep

    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 hospitals

    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 your ass than a telephone pole, Yea



    [Chorus]

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