Beg For Mercy Lyrics - Beg For Mercy - G-unit

G G G, G G G-Unit 

No peace talks, no white flags 

No mercy, I'm getting yo ass 

[50 Cent] 

Niggas done heard about my click how we stay wit the toasters 

Blood in, blood out, la kostra nostra 

You don't want to bang wit the best 

I'll have Doc removing 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 flying 

Eight outta eight on moving targets 

You run? You still dying 

Check my resume, I am oh so loco 

Mama ain't raise no chump, I don't talk no pocco 

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[Chorus: x2 50 Cent & Lloyd Banks] 

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 looking for it too 

Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks 

[Young Buck] 

There once was some niggas that tried to murder 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 shooting up cars 

I'm smokin' niggas like a Cuban cigar 

Let's get it poppin' 

[Chorus] 

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[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]