G-Unit – Beg For Mercy Lyrics  Share

From G-Unit's album: Beg For Mercy

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
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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]
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