• Beg For Mercy
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  • Beg For Mercy

    Betta Ask Somebody

    50 Cent]
    I, know, you, know
    I'm, on, fiiiii-re

    [Chorus: 50 Cent]
    If, you don't know, who I be
    You betta ask somebooooody about me
    Oh - you wanna be tough nigga, a look is enough
    I put that snub nose to ya and bust nigga
    If, you don't know, who I be
    You betta ask somebooooody about me
    And they'll tell ya I'm a soldier boy
    And I done told ya, over and over boy

    [Verse One: Lloyd Banks]
    I come from a big city, the streets corrupt
    Now I'm rollin with snub-noses to heat you up
    Out here niggaz'll do anything to reach a buck
    Cause when you broke you can't afford to fuck ya sneakers up
    I take my time, keep my mind on my bank funds
    Learn how to seperate the real from the fake ones
    And on my heater nina rep what could I carry on
    My nigga just lost his momma, and his daddy gone
    From now on I can provide cause my paper's straight
    Family losin his legs, but I can take the weight
    Some niggaz hate but I'll be damned if they hold me down
    Front niggaz didn't know me then, bet they know me now
    Blunt and a smile, eventually it'll be a frown
    Cause every time I turn around a nigga locked down
    While I'm in the world, tryin to bring my loot through
    Hopin one day we can kick it like we used to, my nigga

    [Chorus][Verse Two: Young Buck]
    Uhh, they never seen 26's on a Hummer
    My goal is to try to fuck Trina by the summer
    Some niggaz hate me, but they only made me
    Go and put mo' ice in my mouth than Baby (bling bling!)
    G-Unit and Shady, them dudes is crazy
    Next time, we only usin Dr. Dre's beats
    Fuck you, pay me, take your magazine flicks
    This ain't no Nelly hurr, take a good look at this
    Got the wrists of a chemist and the heart of a hustler
    Plus I probably done robbed mo' artists than Russell
    Always in trouble, you can blame my mother
    Gave birth to a gorilla and raised him in the jungle
    I ain't crawled, I stumbled across the Mexican with birds
    Papi had coke and new plates and pounds of herb
    Keep my hand on my glock, and my ear to the streets
    I'm a country boi, you can hear it when I speak

    [Chorus][Verse Three: 50 Cent]
    Bentley is all dreams, G-5 is understood
    I made a nigga heart colder than December (yeah!)
    Don't take much to make my gun go off
    One shot'll make a hardrock look oh so soft (woo!)
    If you don't know you betta ask who I be
    Or end up in ICU gettin fed through a IV
    Down in the Lou', they say they feelin me derrty
    In New Orleans they say I'm that nigga, ya heard me?
    From them Southside blocks to Watts, Westside don't front
    You know about them Grapestreet Gangstas, G'd up
    Rollin that weed up
    Nigga get outta line, get shot stabbed jacked
    Hit with a bat or beat up
    Fuck that, we're on that same bullshit
    Same forty-cally glock, same full clip
    Pussy claat bwoy, ya nah wanna tak wif me
    I'm a real rudebwoy, ya nah wanna ruf wif me


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