Beg For Mercy

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
I'll teach you how to stunt
My wrists stay rocked up
My TV's pop up in a Maybach benz
I'll teach you how to stunt
Nigga you can't see me
My bently GT got smoke-gray tints
I'll teach you how to stunt
My neck stay blinging, my rims stay gleaming, I'm shining man
I'll teach you how to stunt
I see you scheming, nigga keep on dreaming, I hurt ya mans
I'll teach you how to stunt

[50 Cent]
Seven series BM, Six series benz
Twenty-four inches, Giovanni rims
All on one wheel when I'm on one of them
Ma, that boy out there actin a fool that's him
They say I've changed man, I'm getting paper, I'm flashy
They like me better when I'm fucked up and ashy
My royalty check's the rebirth of Liberace
Stunt so hard, everybody got to watch me
And I don't really care if it's platinum or white gold
As long as the VS bling, look at that light show
In the hood they say Fifty man your sneaker look white yo
Just can't believe Reebok did a deal with a psycho
Banks is a sure thing, yall niggaz might blow
I'm fittin to drop that, so I suggest you lay low
Buc, he from Cashville, Tenneckee nigga
Getting them ten of keys, save ten for me nigga

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
I'm sensing a lot of tension now that I'm rappin
But the kids used to look up to you, what happened?
Me on the contrary, hand covered with platinum
Different color coupes but I'm in love with the black one
On point, cuz you get R.I.P.'s when slacking
So the stashbox big enough to squeeze the mack in
Yeah, I'm fairly new but I demand some respect
Cuz I already wear your advance on my neck
I'm fresh off the jet, then I breeze to the beaches
Blue yankee fitted, G-Unit sneakers
I already figured out what to do with all my features
Decorate the basement, full of street sweepers
When it comes to stuntin' theres nothing you can teach us
We're in a different time zone, your records don't reach us
Naww, I ain't here to save the world, just roll up a blunt
Come with me out front, I'LL TEACH YOU HOW TO STUNT

[Chorus]

[Young Buc]
Chain so icy, you don't have to like me
In a throwback jersey, with the throwback nikes
I know you probably seen me with Cash Money from back in the days
The only thing changed is the numbers on the range
I bought me an old school and blew out the brains
The Roc the Mic tour, I threw off my chain
My sprewell's spinning man, I'm doing my thing
And whodi now in trouble now that you in the game
Come on now, we all know gold is getting old
The ice in my teeth keep the crystal cold
G-Unit homie, actin' like yall don't know
Look, I can't even walk through the mall no more
I just pull up, get out, and get all the hoes
They never seen doors lift up on a car before
Don't be mad at me dog, that's all I know
That's how to show these fougaisies how it's supposed to go

[Chorus]

[50 Cent]
Yea, something special you know sumthing epic
Lloyd Banks you know cause da nigga thuggin
on me here on I wanna see u smile baby

-Whooo!-

I wanna be the reason you smile - 3X
After you wipe away yo tears and dry yo eyes

[verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
I'm getting the feeling u want to take revenge
from the conversations we have and the way it ends
you want to discuss me in front of your lady friends
thats why its just me in my mercedes benz
it all depends maybe we can make amends we can start from scratch
if u control yo temper and remarks and fact
you plan to be platonic but the hearts in tact
but every time we separate someone is always launching back
your amazing in da sack, eyes light up like your asian but your black
god bless u he gave you all of that
if you seen her from the back
u would understand why we still like that it aint her fault,
Lord know the pussy good enough to make me miss award shows
I aint got to say nothing she just knows,
but the way I look at her makes her take off her clothes up an down

[chorus: Lloyd Banks(50 Cent)]
When ever I'm not around and u feelin down let the thought of me
be the reason you smile
I dont want to see you frown like them kids watching clowns I wanna bring you joy
be the reason you smile
we leaning on my style you know how I get down I provide, by any means to
be the reason you smile
we'd make it through up's and downs tha drama for awhile Im as happy Im around to be
be the reason you smile

[verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
The main reason I been looking pityful,
the awful shit I don did to you,
ride into it and tipped you over in to a crib or two
I've come to clean to be a bigger indidvual
even though you visible when those evenings I visit u
kind of makes me feel lucky cuz I see niggas when you tease them with your physical she want to reck up the room I aint got no more room left, why I want a sexanate princess my foreign chick bad but she bitchless
plus it's hard to communicate cuz she don't speak no english
I been around the world state to state
but now on back I got you laughing in yo shower cap
lets get it on cuz I'm leaving in a hour flat
but it really don't matter she mad even if I holla back
all I really need is yo attention fo awhile I bet I can make u smile

[chorus: Lloyd Banks(50 Cent)] 2X
When ever I'm not around and u feelin down let the thought of me
be the reason you smile
I dont want to see you frown like them kids watching clowns I wanna bring you joy
be the reason you smile
we leaning on my style you know how I get down I provide, by any means to
be the reason you smile
we'd make it through up's and downs tha drama for awhile Im as happy Im around to be
be the reason you smile

I wanna be the reason you smile - 3X
After you wipe away yo tears and dry yo eyes

[Chorus]

Nigga you shit on me , i'll shit on you
You put a hit on me, i'll put a hit on you
A eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga

[Lloyd Banks]

You can't hold me here i'm Lloyd Banks the one and only
not your buddy, not your pal, not your homie
there ain't a government around that can control me, ohhh no
I'm on that doggy style shit, man i don't love a hoe
apple wasn't around so i had to let my brother know,
never stay in center, play the back and let your money grow,
most them nigga wouldn't be around if you was bummy yo,
south side jamaica nigga yeah thats where i come from,
if you see a nigga with me then theres more than one gun,
five straight soldier ain't that tired of being the dumb one,
or even satisfied being another niggas dun-dun,
we all know friendships turn sour when you gettin it,
some niggas hate me in the hood but i don't owe them niggas shit,
smilein' all up in my face like i don't know them niggas sick,
but i can care less, i'm on the album and i'm gettin' rich.

[Chorus]

Nigga you shit on me , i'll shit on you
You put a hit on me, i'll put a hit on you
A eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga

[Young Buck]

Walkin' and talkin' spit it how i live it nigga,
Came from the country, dirty south get it nigga,
Feds tryin to question me, they run up in my hotel,
they said there wasn't shootin', but they found no shells,
New york city, hell they throwin' niggas under jails,
I got love for them and i ain't even from there,
Now bust a shot for them boys on the block,
I can feel your pain nigga,
I'm still in the game nigga,
There somethin' bout the sound of a trey-pound,
That make me pull up, hop out and make a nigga lay down,
See every time we round' ya hear some shots go off,
And niggas get there chains snatched when they try and show off,
Shoot outs in broad day we do it the mob way,
And come to find out these niggas is softer than shawty,
I'mma keep livin my life with a pistol in my palm and a wrist full of ice,
you can call me the don.

[chorus]

Nigga you shit on me , i'll shit on you
You put a hit on me, i'll put a hit on you
A eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga

[50]

I got a hand gun habit, nigga front i'll let ya have it,
When the shots go off cops sayin 50 back at it,
I'm alergic to the feathers on these bird ass niggas,
Front and i'll put ya brains on that curbed fence nigga,
I ain't a marksman my spark and i'll spray shit,
Enough rounds for the Hk i don't play bitch,
Move like i'm militant back on that gorilla shit,
Moody, disrespectful, i'm ruley but niggas can't move me,
I squeeze till i run outta ammo, if it's a problem it's handled,
I'll have your people pourin' out liquor and lightin' candles,
You fuck around i'll blow your brains on my new york times,
Run home turn to the sports section and read your mind,
It's crystal clear you should feel when that gat bust,
First it's crime scene tape then you end up in that black hurst,
We don't go to funerals but we'll go to your wake fam,
View your body all banged up, you made a mistake man.

[Chorus X2]

Nigga you shit on me , i'll shit on you
You put a hit on me, i'll put a hit on you
A eye for an eye nigga
Survive the shots or die nigga

[50 Cent]

Yeah! 50 Cent.. Lloyd Banks.. Young Buck...
G G G G G-Unit! Haha!

[Young Buc]

Vacate your home I come to brake your bones
Americas nightmare we at it again
A desert eagle and a black mack 10
And neva know what happend
When we come through them cowards dont want none
They screamin at they murderas but walkin' with no guns
Come with me but dont run and die where your standin'
See im holdin' on this cannon and your life i'm demandin'
Put the pipe to your melon and your brains on the pavement
These niggaz is talkin' think that security gon save them
Nobody gon speak when homicide pay a visit
Look you right in the eyes and yell ya "we don't know who did it"
Corrupted by street corner by shootin' at the police
The feins up all night and the neighbours gettin' no sleep
You betta get used to it you know how we do it
Shady Aftermath Interscope and G-Unit.

[Chorus]

We got action when you don't
Show our faces when you won't
G-Unit, [50 Cent] G-G-G-G, G-Unit

[50 Cent]

Now I told ya'll on my first Dre joint I am Loco
Betta than soso the games in the choke hold
Disney's is a nono I perfected the slow flow
In D.C. they dance the gogo
In L.A.they ride on lolo's
G-Unit in the house, oh no
You ain't ready it's heavy
65 chevy
Old school rollin' im holdin'
20 inches spinnin' from the beginnin' we winnin'
Gain's his masculinity pimpin' we not pretendin'
Drop top glock cock ready for the drama
Pistol's pop cop shot i'm heavy with them laama's
Non-stop make it hot we the top regardless
You can be the hardest
We'll just be the smartest
I warn you not to start us
We're not you average artist's
My bitch is like a goddess
When paparazzi spot us
Cause flick after flick same ol' shit that I kick, haha!

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]

Guess who's back mothafucker gun in the clip
Ready to smack up on these suckas that's runnin' they lip
You can try any one of my shoes on none of em fit
Your hundreds are shorter I'll your pops his son is a daughter
All I need is some cigars and quarter a couple cars and a lawyer
Kinda packin' a bitch and i'll be back with a hit
I'm that sick, Who the hell you thought it was
I got expensive habits I can't afford it cause
G-Unit is poppin' and we performin' all the clubs
Niggas be shovin' and pushin' as someone is gooshin' surpise
She's givin' up the buns on her cushion
Sweatin' and screamin' suckin' me off the rest of the evenin'
And i'm leavin', on to the next city
Stashbox in the bus to I can bring the tex with me
I gotta go cause i'm gettin' over you niggas ain't over
G-U-NIT

[Chorus]

General, I salute you
I'll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you
It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to
And what I won't do, I'll have one of my troops do
Nigga we'll kill you

I'm ready for combat, a solider on the frontline
Take me to the streets, nigga mothafuck a punchline
It only take one time, for you to send a death threat
And watch these bullets have that ass singing like Keith Sweat
You ain't met me yet
I been camoflauged in the bushes
And I'm co-signing Fifty, 'cause them niggas all pussies
Bustin' shots at ya convoy
You don't want war
No surrender, no retreat, this is Vietnam boy
Check my war wounds, I done took a couple for the team
Only niggas that been on the battlefield know what I mean
Take cover we coming, pulling pins outta grenades
You won't make it to the general, without getting sprayed
Might as well say "Hello" to my brand new little friend
Only time he come out, to put holes in grown men
You continue troops and get 'em all blowed back
Walk up on 'em with a deuce-deuce and nigga all that, what!

General, I salute you
I'll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you
It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to
And what I won't do, I'll have one of my troops do
Nigga we'll kill you

General, I salute you
I'll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you
It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to
And what I won't do, I'll have one of my troops do
Nigga we'll kill you

Look nigga, I suggest you go home
'Cause I won't hesitate to let the chrome touch ya
Nigga I'm never scared like Bone Crusher
Stand alone, provide my own supper
Tell ya baby mama stop coming around here or I'm gon' fuck her
Don't tryta pick up for them lames around you
You get shots for free, like I fragant fouled you
I'm on the road blowing grade A haze and brown
Got niggas running like the KKK's around
My album's coming, a new year's approaching
My buzz getting bigger, my few ears is open
Can ya team play in the game without you their to coach 'em
There's a very fine line between a pool and the ocean
Sometimes I'm in Atlanta where they make head bounce
And you can come, but after you give Banks head, bounce
These niggas really want war, 'cause if so
Get on your vest, 'cause all you gotta do is say that

General, I salute you
I'll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you
It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to
And what I won't do, I'll have one of my troops do
Nigga we'll kill you

General, I salute you
I'll put a hole in any nigga tryna shoot you
It ain't nothing 'cause loyalty is what I'm used to
And what I won't do, I'll have one of my troops do
Nigga we'll kill you

When Buc> [Hook X2]
[50 Cent]
Every hood we go through
All the gangstas around know my whole crew (Nigga what)
We hold it down like we supposed to
Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin

(Joe)
Every body say Ride Wit' U

(50Cent)
Yeah, it's 50Cent, and Lloyd Banks, and Young
Buck, and Joe, G-UNIT!

(Lloyd Banks)
Baby i wanna rock and roll with a trip to the club up
and still hit them rocks and im soul, can u picture,
me and you none of your friends no crew we can do
whatever u wanna do, i take your mind of whatever
u gonna do and sit back and relax to the sound of
the sax in the hood but that dont mean i ride around
wit the rats i whoop and make u losse a couple pounds
in the sak

(Joe)

Look at what we got right here, such a work of art,
someone i put my heart do anything its what i'll do
just so that she would be mine i'll give her all my
time every part of me my mind slowly my body with
stuff i wanna

(Joe Chourus x2)

Ride Wit' U, Live Wit' U, I wanna move Wit' U Groove
Wit' U

(Joe)

Times that just dont care if its u i want im gon come
and get u and see whats really cool wit u, please
believe i'll take u there but first lets see if your
intelegtuall matches up wit your physical baby i wanna
(Joe Chourus x2)

(Young Buck)
come on and ride wit the crew we can do what u like
im ballin baby u see the blue in my eye drop the
top an let your hair blow back and j lo chicks that
ass goes back(Whoo)Buck no chicks to do wit all that
chest to chest so i hit it from the back i do it like a
pro won't nobodye now lets pop some moe ride and
listen to joe(Ahhh)

(Joe X2)

i just wanna let u know that uuwww u so beautifal
(u so beautifal) and ten past supose the places
that we can go

(Joe Chourus x4)

(50Cent)

50Cent, Joe, Lloyd Banks, Young Buck

(Joe x2)

i just wanna let u know that uuww u so beautifal
(u so beautifal) and ten past supose the places
that we can go

(Joe Chourus x4)

G G G, G G G-Unit
No peace talks, no white flags
No mercy, I'm gettin yo ass

(50 Cent)
Niggas done heard about my click how we stay wit the toastas
Blood in, blood out, la kostra nostra
You don't wanna bang wit the best
I'll have Doc removin 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 flyin
Eight outta eight on movin targets
You run? You still dyin
Check my resume, I am oh so loco
Mama ain't raise no chump, I don't talk no pocco

(Chorus)
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 lookin for it too
Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks

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 lookin for it too
Shit is real 'round here, you surrounded by crooks

(Young Buck)
There once was some niggas that tried to murc 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 shootin 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