G Unit Beg For Mercy G Unit lyrics

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 - 50 cent]
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

[young buck]
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 ass than a telephone pole, Yea

[Chorus]