Artist: Flesh-N-Bone f/ Big Punisher, Fat Joe
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Album: T.H.U.G.S. (Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls)
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Song: No Mercy
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[Fat Joe]
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Yeah, real muthafuckin' gangstas
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All the way from New York to muthafuckin' Cleveland
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Terror Squad, muthafuckas
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[Flesh]
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I'm (comin') to get ya, comin' to serve a brother
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Me fo'-fo' show no one mercy
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But I'm off searchin' for those
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You're soon to be comin' up missin'
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Get at your strip and my niggas talkin' 'bout murder mo
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Keep me ? on hydro, blunt flow, (but I take his shit, all of it)
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Runnin' with all my thugsta niggas
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Better beware when I bail on the Clair
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Gravedig, wig splitter, put one in ya
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To the woods to ? your body
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Right ? by the two of ya, tie the noose knot tight
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But my niggas ain't fuckin' the ?, tell 'em not to bang
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Better believe we goin' to kill all the witness
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So test Flesh, gotta put 'em in check every time
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Here we go march in at night
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Just picture me thuggin' in Cleveland, deep in the women
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Me and my green, come up with that team
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So we can put a lot of fiends in the ditch, bleed
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Better not sleep or you sleep with that deep
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When I pap that chrome
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It'll be gone, what you're fuckin' with?
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The ever-rollin' Bone to the dome, you done
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Flesh-n-Bone off with the gun
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Quiet, so how'd they put him a casket?
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Why is it niggas want violence?
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I'll find him, no competition, listen
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Ammuntion, let 'em have it
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Can't outlast our Mo Thug niggas, smoke
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Now fiend me the bud to gets me buzzed
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So what if you hate me?
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Keep to yourself or the haters catch a slug
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And never know what it was (was)
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[Big Punisher]
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Here comes the pain, one in your brain frame
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Niggas is thinkin' this shit is a game
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Slip in a clip in the MAC
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Clack, what's my name? Big Pun
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Go for your guns, son
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Let's get it on
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My vest is on
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Protectin' home, it's only Flesh-N-Bone
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[Flesh]
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Think I'm a murder, light up a spliff
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Better think of sophisticated way to learn
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Imitators, it gets me ? that niggas try to be like us
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But can't get the hang, bet I hurt the bustas at ?
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They depend on us suckas keep watchin'
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You better switch and get humble
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Keep our shit original, end up like a lot of niggas that droppin'
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Glock-glock, double nina, infrared beam
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Now die in an instant flash
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Get rid of 'em, mister, ? of 'em, yeah
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Try to flee and you'll meet your doom, killin' soon
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Your ? get tossed to my great dane
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They havin' ? handy for supper
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What' s worser, don't even want a
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Nigga like me to go thick
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What the hell, if you really want to suffer
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Stop pressin', and now what's the problem?
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Niggas start the static
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Always with the silver revolver
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Bet I solve 'em, hollow point ?, cash and blast
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Get it told, didn't feel ? with your soul
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Why murder and follow, but told you
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Should've slowed your roll for ?
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Here I go, here I go, proceedin' to murder
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Scribblin' hellified bloody scriptures
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When I sneaks the green
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I come to the nigga, hear the fat lady sing
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It's your funeral, mister
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How would you picture the story and them haters endin'
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I'm forcin' the pain, bringin' the game to the table
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And we able to bump off your label
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Mo props to ? Mo Thug we brang, we brang
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Mo Thug brang, we brang, Mo Thug brang
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I'm feelin' that lynchin' comin' to get you
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I'm feelin' that lynchin' comin' to get you
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Get out of line, niggas, we come to drop dimes
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Get out of line, niggas, we come to drop dimes
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Whoever didn't lynch 'em becomes wig split fools, wig split fools
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I'll pop and hit you with a millimeter glock, non-stop
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With my favorite fuckin' tool, tool
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Kingpin and all of you sucka bustas
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Prepare to lose, prepare to lose
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'Bout time for you ready to die, pow, pow, what am I?
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Guess who, so Flesh'll be waitin', anticipatin', ?
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Really don't want to fuck the
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Cleveland bosses, Cleveland bosses
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We done way past gold
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Even past platinum, done triple-doubled it
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Go look at the stats, can't stand a nigga sellin' hits quick
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Don't go lookin' for trouble
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If you dare you gonna stare down the barrel of a
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Mossy shotty, can't help ya
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Never could drop me, but I'm untouchable
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| Look behind me, find Mo Thug t |
