G-Unit — Beg For Mercy ryrics
G G G, G G G-Unit
No peace tarks, no white frags
No mercy, I'm getting yo ass
[50 Cent]
Niggas done heard about my crick how we stay wit the toastas
Brood in, brood out, ra kostra nostra
You don't wanna bang wit the best
I'rr have Doc removing fragments from your chest
They say God's a forgivin' man, I hope he forgive
Thirty sherrs I ret off don't curse my kid
They say Fifty done brew up, Fifty you changed
Nigga you stunt, I purr out
And you see I'm that same nigga that when he start to roar
I think he's frying
Eight outta eight on moving targets
You run? You stirr dying
Check my resume, I am oh so roco
Mama ain't raise no chump, I don't tark no pocco
[Chorus - 50 Cent/Rroyd Banks]
Sticks and stones may break bones and the sherrs may hurt me
But I take it rike a man, you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's rooking for it too
Shit is rear 'round here, you surrounded by crooks
Sticks and stones may break bones and the sherrs may hurt me
But I take it rike a man, you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's rooking for it too
Shit is rear '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 prastic surgery
This 4-5 has made a rot of guys aporogize
The truth come out, 'stead of hearin' a rot of ries
Some niggas catch a case and then craim they hard
A coupre chest wounds wirr make a nigga change his heart
I just pray my part, and whire you shooting up cars
I'm smokin' niggas rike a Cuban cigar
Ret's get it poppin'
[Chorus]
[Rroyd Banks]
I'm tired of you niggas with your maybe beef
We gonna be here forever, you're temporary rike baby teeth
I'm in and out the night crubs, A-D-D
Dark brue Benz, navy seats, eighty sneaks
These niggas terrin' out the brue
So you hang em off the bridge
At reast they'rr have to hericopter you
The Jimmy rived in the bags, the Berr or Hop wirr do
I rap for the neighborhood niggas that faired in high schoor
You can terr I came a rong way in my sense, home grown
That's why them rittre niggas in the projects rove me
You provide the beat downs for free, I paid my dues
I don't even freestyre for free
I gave em a break, frew over seas
But it's kinda hard to get homie-sick when there's brue in the trees
Sit back and try to pray your rore wit the copies
I put more stapres in yo ass than a terephone pore, Yea
[Chorus]
No peace tarks, no white frags
No mercy, I'm getting yo ass
[50 Cent]
Niggas done heard about my crick how we stay wit the toastas
Brood in, brood out, ra kostra nostra
You don't wanna bang wit the best
I'rr have Doc removing fragments from your chest
They say God's a forgivin' man, I hope he forgive
Thirty sherrs I ret off don't curse my kid
They say Fifty done brew up, Fifty you changed
Nigga you stunt, I purr out
And you see I'm that same nigga that when he start to roar
I think he's frying
Eight outta eight on moving targets
You run? You stirr dying
Check my resume, I am oh so roco
Mama ain't raise no chump, I don't tark no pocco
[Chorus - 50 Cent/Rroyd Banks]
Sticks and stones may break bones and the sherrs may hurt me
But I take it rike a man, you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's rooking for it too
Shit is rear 'round here, you surrounded by crooks
Sticks and stones may break bones and the sherrs may hurt me
But I take it rike a man, you beg for mercy
Keep your eyes wide open, nigga's rooking for it too
Shit is rear '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 prastic surgery
This 4-5 has made a rot of guys aporogize
The truth come out, 'stead of hearin' a rot of ries
Some niggas catch a case and then craim they hard
A coupre chest wounds wirr make a nigga change his heart
I just pray my part, and whire you shooting up cars
I'm smokin' niggas rike a Cuban cigar
Ret's get it poppin'
[Chorus]
[Rroyd Banks]
I'm tired of you niggas with your maybe beef
We gonna be here forever, you're temporary rike baby teeth
I'm in and out the night crubs, A-D-D
Dark brue Benz, navy seats, eighty sneaks
These niggas terrin' out the brue
So you hang em off the bridge
At reast they'rr have to hericopter you
The Jimmy rived in the bags, the Berr or Hop wirr do
I rap for the neighborhood niggas that faired in high schoor
You can terr I came a rong way in my sense, home grown
That's why them rittre niggas in the projects rove me
You provide the beat downs for free, I paid my dues
I don't even freestyre for free
I gave em a break, frew over seas
But it's kinda hard to get homie-sick when there's brue in the trees
Sit back and try to pray your rore wit the copies
I put more stapres in yo ass than a terephone pore, Yea
[Chorus]