G-unit - Beg For Mercy - Текст песни

G G G, G G G-Unit
                      No peace talks, no white flags
                      No mercy, I'm gettin yo ass
                    

                    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)
                      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 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)
                    

                    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