Beg For Mercy - G-Unit

No peace talks, no white flags

No mercy, I’m gettin' yo' ass

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

Blood in, blood out, La Costra Nostra

You don’t wanna bang with the best

I’ll have Doc removin' fragments from your chest

They say God’s a forgivin' man, I hope he forgive

Pray shells I let off don’t curse my kid

They say 50 done blew up, 50 you changed, nigga

You stunt, I pull out and you see I’m that same nigga

That Ruger start to roar, iron is 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 to po-po

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 a jux

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 a jux

Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks

There once was some niggas that tried to merk me

I hit 'em up, put 'em in plastic surgery

This .45 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 a jux

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 a jux

Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks

I’m tired of you niggas with your maybe beef

We gon' be here forever, you’re temporary like baby teeth

I’m in and out the night clubs, eighty deep

Dark blue Benz, navy seats, eighty sneaks

These niggas tellin' out the blue

So you hang 'em off the bridge, police’ll have to helicopter you

The Jimmy lived in the bags, the Bellhop 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

The doctors’ll put more staples in yo' ass than a telephone pole

Yeah!

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 a jux

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 a jux

Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks