The Game - No Mercy lyrics

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The Game - No Mercy lyrics

As I walk through the valley of d**h...I shall fear no evil Now do you really think I'mma let ya'll murk me(g-g-g-g-g) Tell me why these n***as is tryin' to hurt me (g-g-g-g-g) Lord please forgive, I'll have no mercy (g-g-g-g-g-g-unit) When I catch them, they a** is done, lord forgive me Do you really think I'mma let ya'll murk me(g-g-g-g-g) Tell me why these n***as is tryin' to hurt me (g-g-g-g-g-g-unit) Lord please forgive, I'll have no mercy When I catch them, (g-unit)they a** is done Lord forgive me for my sins, cause her I come (50 sent me that's who) Y'all really think y'all gonna murk me, (haha) cause here I come Y'all need a f**ing army to murk me (we'll stand over you n***as) And I ain't stopping n***a- ain't no mercy [Cuban Link] Yo, ain't no mercy, in the hood Cats is thirsty, in the hood For the bread, n***as spread lead like herpes, in the hood Mama birthed me, in the hood Papa turned me to a hood Did my share of dirt, put in the work, I'm worthy of the hood Nothin's blurty, in the hood Do you dirty in the hood Got the crooked cops, a lots of little birdies, in the hood You'll get buried, in the hood Bright and early, in the hood Thugs will put a 30-30 slug firmly, in ya hood, what's good? We could hood it down, and make it happen Before I made it rappin', I was more dedicated to aggravated scrappin' The chin tappin', that crackin' your jaw pimp slappin' I been baggin' the bad broads, I been mackin' I been packin' the mack 10s, I been clappin' Before the twins crashed in Manhattan, I bin laden So quit the actin' before I capture ya life You'll catch a lashin', through your a** like the Pa**ion of Christ, n***a [Hook] Lama on ya, so I'm down to ride (to ride) I ain't the type to let the drama slide (drama slide) Bring your armor when you come outside (come outside) Cause I won't show no mercy (I want show no mercy) Y'all gonna make me catch a homicide (homicide) Pop the lama, leave you dramatized (dramatized) Y'all don't wanna see ya mama cry (mama cry), (Cuban Link) Cause I won't show no mercy (no mercy) [The Game] n***a I'm made Call the Brooklyn zoo, let 'em know the gorillas out his cage One hand on the holy Koran, one hand on the gage Call fifty, tell 'em send the brigade Whenever my pin out, homie I'm a grenade I'm from Compton, where n***as don't die of old age When you see son out, better put on shades Cause I shine like Easy and Pun in they last days See the problem is- n***as gettin' old I'm startin' a new chapter, and we ain't on the same page I stole the crown, I'm a damn good crook You ain't gotta go to Ryker's to get ya manhood took They don't like me- f** 'em You don't want me to be the reason n***as climbin' 'em fences at the rutger Don't get it twisted- I love NY No mercy- that's right, he got blood in his eye, b**h [Hook] Lama on ya, so I'm down to ride (to ride) I ain't the type to let the drama slide (drama slide) Bring your armor when you come outside (come outside) Cause I won't show no mercy (I want show no mercy) Y'all gonna make me catch a homicide (homicide) Pop the lama, leave you dramatized (dramatized) Y'all don't wanna see ya mama cry (mama cry), (Cuban Link) Cause I won't show no mercy (no mercy)

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