No Mercy

Slide through the opps for a homicide
Niggas talkin on aarom they outta line
Had em goons pull up on you for some dollar signs
Then i go to yo moms then i apologize
Talkin on ariel shit on the book
Till we pull up with cannons like captain hook
If ya given my home boy a funny look
Amma hop out and shoot you till yo body cook
Amma go catch me a body yeah
Amma go catch me a body yeah
No mercy
No mercy gang gang
Whatta fuck niggas chatin about
Try catch a nigga lackin but ya ran and i backed it out
Jt got me tappin out
Spin the block and then back around
Bodys smellin like backalout
If i clap the gang then im back in town
Suu woo when im acting out
They wont know if im lackin now
No rat no common now
No rat no common now
No link then im commin for yo momma now
Catch 2 catch 3 when i run it down
Lil Boy if you shoot you would be out of bounce
The fuck is u talking about
Run up im taking you out
I keep the grip in the couch
I put a shelly in mouth
Boy you was only a scout
Ya niggas young in the game
Why would i beef with the lame
Bro this shit poppin my veins
You could get put on em change
So make sure you know whatchu sayin
I told my coach i aint playin
Hop out the whip and im sprayin
You better hope you was prayin
Caught you outside you ran
Free bro moose outta the can
Freshin me now im layin you down
Counldnt be deep im sprayin the crowd
Gun in the town so send me round
Stay in the field slaturing down
Get some and ill break bread with the team
Dead opp now we rollin out the grief
I threw the sift for my hoes hoe
Keep ratin and cappin we all on go
Rip rubel and devi
Walkin in the streets with po
You aint my homie dont fuck with me now
I dont need nothin from nobody else
Niggas be lying thats just how i felt
Niggas be lying bout hits on they belt
Boy you keep dissin thats bad for yo health
Handle yo business and be in the dealt
You aint my homie dont fuck with me now
You aint my homie dont fuck with me now
Gang
Fake niggas takin' over,
Real niggas hard to find
So I keep a nine,
We both got it like he dropped a dime
It's rules to these streets niggas must respect
Im a young nigga up next reason why these niggas upset
I got sum money that i aint even touch yet
I know sum bitches with a nice lil body that i aint even fuck yet
I ain't playin' games,
Bullets comin' right for your spine
Bullets right for your eye,
I'm just hopin' that you die
We don't need the opps to lie
See his momma cry, homicide, bottom line, spittin' off the top
Used to serve up on the block, now I'm servin' knocks
You aint my homie dont fuck with me now
I dont need nothin from nobody else
Niggas be lying thats just how i felt
Niggas be lying bout hits on they belt
Boy you keep dissin thats bad for yo health
Handle yo business and be in the dealt
You aint my homie dont fuck with me now
You aint my homie dont fuck with me now
Gang



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