Dive into the intense streets with G-Unit as they bring raw energy and bravado in this track, showcasing the gritty realities of their world. The song reflects themes of power, loyalty, and survival in a hostile environment. 50 Cent opens with assertive lines about loyalty and strength, signaling that their crew stands strong against any threat. With vivid imagery, they emphasize resilience, whether it's facing enemies or overcoming life's challenges. Young Buck adds to this with tales of past conflicts, accentuating the idea that actions speak louder than words. Lloyd Banks caps it off, highlighting personal growth from a rough upbringing while firing shots at those who pretend to be tough. Throughout, the hook underscores an unwavering attitude—embrace life's hurdles without backing down. G-Unit delivers a bold anthem that encapsulates their gritty, no-mercy mindset in an unforgiving world.
Beg For Mercy
Lyrics
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
[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]
[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]
Writer(s): DERRICK PROSPER, RICKY SMITH, DAVID BROWN, CHRISTOPHER LLOYD, CURTIS JACKSON, M CLERVOIX
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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