Beg For Mercy lyrics

Artist  : G-unit 
Song : Beg For Mercy



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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 - Tony Yayo]

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



[Tony Yayo]

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 as* than a telephone
pole, Yea



[Chorus]