• Beg For Mercy
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  • Beg For Mercy

    Wanna Get To Know You

    [Chorus]

    I wanna be your lawyer
    I really wanna defend you, baby
    I'm lost in your lovin'
    I'm simply gonna try you, crazy

    I wanna be your lover
    I wanna get to know you, baby
    I'm lost in your lovin'
    I'm simply gonna try you, crazy

    [Young Buc]

    Im lovin' how you look in my eyes
    Swingin' them hips when you pass
    I'm visualizing my name tatooed on that ass baby
    Jump on this Harley
    Lets go smoke some of that Bob Marley
    Sip some Bacardi
    Then go pull up at the afterparty
    I think we make a perfect couple
    But you think I'm trouble
    Maybe thats the reason you gave me the wrong number
    She got me feeling like "maybe she the wrong woman"
    Think im'a be chasin' the chicken head you own somethin'
    Your toes painted half fixed all the time
    And your Gucci boots the same color as mine
    If you read between the lines you can see that I want you
    I betcha I have you doin' what you said that you won't do
    Making decisions shorty good things don't last long
    Your girlfriend keep showin' me that thong
    Before I head home
    Im'a stop at your house and blow the horn
    If you come outside you know it's on

    [Chorus][Lloyd Banks]

    Bitches be frustrated with the baller
    Qonder why I call her
    Maybe because I'm busy and she needs someone to spall her
    Hickups annoy ya from time to time I gotta ignore her
    In order to let her know we'll be friends and nothing more
    She loves it when I'm in town
    Hate it when I'm not around
    I get her and wed down
    Next door neighboors hear the sound
    Pictures hittin' the ground
    Just enough to hold us down
    I'm stickin' n' moving cruising after the third round
    Just lay back baby and let me drive you crazy
    I can make a 40 year old feel like a young lady
    I admit I fell in love with a frame
    And to make her feel special I let her call me by my government name
    Her panties wet over fame
    Fall in love with my chain
    I wonder if I wasn't an entertainer would she remain
    Surrounding me hounding me trying to be my only
    I'm not your boyfriend I'm your homie.

    [Chorus][50 Cent]

    (Yeah) What would fuck me up more
    Watching her lick her lips
    Or watching her walk she hypnotize me with her hips (yeah) man
    I sweet talking her if she like
    Cause all she really want is a nigga to treat her right right
    Look I'm legit now used to break laws
    Now you can reap the benefit of world tours
    Big house big Benz girl it yours
    Mink coats Italian shoes stones with no flaws
    You ain't go to look like a model for me to adore you
    All you gotta do is love me and be loyal
    Don't Indulge in my past fuck what happened before you
    Cause their be some honies gonna hate you that never saw you
    Come here let my touch on you I let you touch on me
    Put my tounge on you you put your tounge on me
    Let me ride on you and you can ride on
    We can do it all the night
    We can have a balla night

    [Chorus]

    I wanna be your lawyer
    I really wanna defend you, baby
    I'm lost in your lovin'
    I'm simply gonna try you, crazy

    I wanna be your lover
    I wanna get to know you, baby
    I'm lost in your lovin'
    I'm simply gonna try you, crazy

    I wanna be your lover
    I really need to stand you, baby
    I wannt be your lover
    I really need to stand you, baby, baby, baby, baby.

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