G G G, G G G-Unit
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No peace talks, no white flags
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No mercy, I'm gettin yo ass
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[50 Cent]
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Niggas done heard about my click
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how we stay wit the toastas
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Blood in, blood out, la kostra nostra
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You don't wanna bang wit the best
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I'll have Doc removin fragments
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from your chest
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They say God's a forgivin' man,
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I hope he forgive
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Thirty shells I let off don't curse my kid
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They say Fifty done blew up,
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Fifty you changed
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Nigga you stunt, I pull out
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And you see I'm that same nigga that
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when he start to roar
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I think he's flyin
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Eight outta eight on movin targets
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You run? You still dyin
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Check my resume, I am oh so loco
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Mama ain't raise no chump,
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I don't talk no pocco
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[Chorus - 50 cent]
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Sticks and stones may break bones
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and the shells may hurt me
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But I take it like a man,
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you beg for mercy
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Keep your eyes wide open,
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nigga's lookin for it too
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Shit is real 'round here,
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you surrounded by crooks
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Sticks and stones may break bones
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and the shells may hurt me
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But I take it like a man,
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you beg for mercy
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Keep your eyes wide open,
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nigga's lookin for it too
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Shit is real 'round here,
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you surrounded by crooks
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[young buck]
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There once was some niggas
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that tried to murda me
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I hit em up, put em in plastic surgery
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This 4-5 has made
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a lot of guys apologize
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The truth come out,
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'stead of hearin' a lot of lies
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Some niggas catch a case
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and then claim they hard
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A couple chest wounds0will make
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a nigga change his heart
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I just play my part, and
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while you shootin up cars
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I'm smokin' niggas like a Cuban cigar
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Let's get it poppin'
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[Chorus]
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[Lloyd Banks]
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I'm tired of you niggas with your maybe beef
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We gonna be here forever,
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you're temporary like baby teeth
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I'm in and out the night clubs, A-D-D
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Dark blue Benz, navy seats,
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eighty sneaks
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These niggas tellin' out the blue
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So you hang em off the bridge
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At least they'll have to helicopter you
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The Jimmy lived in the bags,
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the Bell or Hop will do
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I rap for the neighborhood niggas
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that failed in high school
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You can tell I came a long way in my sense,
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home grown
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That's why them little niggas
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in the projects love me
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You provide the beat downs for free,
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I paid my dues
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I don't even freestyle for free
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I gave em a break, flew over seas
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But it's kinda hard to get homie-sick
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when there's blue in the trees
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Sit back and try to play your role wit the copies
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I put more staples in yo ass
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than a telephone pole, Yea
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[Chorus]
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Beg for Mercy
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| G Unit |
