G-Unit - Beg for Mercy Lyrics

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

Niggas done heard about my click how we stay wit the toastas
Blood in, blood out, la Costa 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
Pray the shells I let off don't curse my kid
They say Fifty done blew up, Fifty a changed
Nigga you stunt, I put 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 popo

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 murk 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'

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

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, 80 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
I sit back and try to play your role wit the copies
I put more staples in yo ass than a telephone pole, yea

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