No Mercy
It's Mula, you know the vibes
Shaolin
Everything dead
I'm done showing mercy, I'm poppin' like percy's
Talk out ya neck, get put on a shirt B
Shoot at his feet, make a hater get sturdy
Blood everywhere, whole block got dirty
He talkin' real crazy, we spit out the V
You heard me before, get put on a tee
Gas went up, so we smoke you for free
Beat on his chest till he see a red beam
Word to your mother, we smokin' your dead
Minding my business, get tapped in the head
Runnin' ya mouth, get popped in the leg
Yeah, I'm a scholar, go dumb get dead
Shaolin, baby, but I move like a crook
All in my face get hit with a book
Snatching bags, other dudes just look
He walkin' the island? Get put on a hook
They wearin' chains that their pops just took
Real stick-up kid, whole block got shook
He talkin' hot like he bad on the media
Fake politicking, he a walking Wikipedia
Stop hesitating, just up it and boom it
Coulda had a bag, but you failed to shoot it
I ain't wish death on you, I called you a dead man
Now stay in your lane, before you end up dead, man
I'm done showing mercy, I'm poppin' like percy's
Talk out ya neck, get put on a shirt B
Shoot at his feet, make a hater get sturdy
Blood everywhere, whole block got dirty
He talkin' real crazy, we spit out the V
You heard me before, get put on a tee
Gas went up, so we smoke you for free
Beat on his chest till he see a red beam
Take his left eye, now I'm callin' him fetty
Don't play around, it get real deady
Shoot him in his chest, now his eyes all sweaty
Love Bacardi, but I'm feelin' on Henny
Call me a baker, I stay with the bready
Give me a sniper, long shot steady
Heavy striker, hitin' his belly
They state on the Rikers, they snatching the cellies
Call up JAG, he stay in the telly
Got a treesha, her nickname Kelly
She look like Roland, Birkin bag she totin'
Real motion member, other dudes is foldin'
I'm goin' off, you can't turn me down
Peanut and Ratty, you dudes is clowns
Y'all freezin' up, I'm on you like a hound
When Barkim barked, y'all ain't make a sound
Yo, tell Lamar to stop clockin' me
When the bread come around, he gon' flock to me
I'ma see you in hell, the only time we meet
And I'm comin' with bells, I got eyes on me
Tell Shorty in the hill, it's lit for her too
Tell her get her son a vest, hope it's bulletproof
You wanna record, and you made a big error
The hills have eyes, and they're filled with terror
Speaking of Terror, he getting it too
50 shots to the mouth, I'm hittin' every tooth
Brenden Hines, I ain't forget about you
Shootin' it up like a photo booth
Tell A1 if it's up then it's stuck
She tryin' to make amends, she testin' her luck
I been quiet for a minute, ain't no shuttin' me up
I get it from my mom, she don't give a-
Stop testin' my patience, you testin' your life
You play with mines, I'm in it for life
Laugh in my face and I'm takin' your wife
We cuttin' ties and I'm holdin' the knife
I ain't showin' no mercy, everybody get it
Play with my top and we hittin' his fitted
We spinnin' your block, then we gon' lift it
Send him to the gods, yeah, I did it
I took "his" girl, now "he" mad
Told "him" Draco season, with a book bag
If it was me, I would've got to clappin' him
How you walk past the dude that got your girl laughing
You ain't built for real
Quit the façade
I got a Icky Vicky, she look like Minaj
Get out my face, I pull tens and nines
She only a nine, cause her sister a five
Put in your two cents and I'm gettin' a dime
Many men want my life, but 50 alive
If you shoot me nine times, just make it a dime
Cause I'ma raise hell if I open my eyes
Dead on arrival, no one survived
Cause I'm top five, dead or alive
You better leap frog, cause I'm takin' a dive
Big Mula, stop wastin' my time
I'm done showing mercy, I'm poppin' like percy's
Talk out ya neck, get put on a shirt B
Shoot at his feet, make a hater get sturdy
Blood everywhere, whole block got dirty
He talkin' real crazy, we spit out the V
You heard me before, get put on a tee
Gas went up, so we smoke you for free
Beat on his chest till he see a red beam
Shaolin
Everything dead
I'm done showing mercy, I'm poppin' like percy's
Talk out ya neck, get put on a shirt B
Shoot at his feet, make a hater get sturdy
Blood everywhere, whole block got dirty
He talkin' real crazy, we spit out the V
You heard me before, get put on a tee
Gas went up, so we smoke you for free
Beat on his chest till he see a red beam
Word to your mother, we smokin' your dead
Minding my business, get tapped in the head
Runnin' ya mouth, get popped in the leg
Yeah, I'm a scholar, go dumb get dead
Shaolin, baby, but I move like a crook
All in my face get hit with a book
Snatching bags, other dudes just look
He walkin' the island? Get put on a hook
They wearin' chains that their pops just took
Real stick-up kid, whole block got shook
He talkin' hot like he bad on the media
Fake politicking, he a walking Wikipedia
Stop hesitating, just up it and boom it
Coulda had a bag, but you failed to shoot it
I ain't wish death on you, I called you a dead man
Now stay in your lane, before you end up dead, man
I'm done showing mercy, I'm poppin' like percy's
Talk out ya neck, get put on a shirt B
Shoot at his feet, make a hater get sturdy
Blood everywhere, whole block got dirty
He talkin' real crazy, we spit out the V
You heard me before, get put on a tee
Gas went up, so we smoke you for free
Beat on his chest till he see a red beam
Take his left eye, now I'm callin' him fetty
Don't play around, it get real deady
Shoot him in his chest, now his eyes all sweaty
Love Bacardi, but I'm feelin' on Henny
Call me a baker, I stay with the bready
Give me a sniper, long shot steady
Heavy striker, hitin' his belly
They state on the Rikers, they snatching the cellies
Call up JAG, he stay in the telly
Got a treesha, her nickname Kelly
She look like Roland, Birkin bag she totin'
Real motion member, other dudes is foldin'
I'm goin' off, you can't turn me down
Peanut and Ratty, you dudes is clowns
Y'all freezin' up, I'm on you like a hound
When Barkim barked, y'all ain't make a sound
Yo, tell Lamar to stop clockin' me
When the bread come around, he gon' flock to me
I'ma see you in hell, the only time we meet
And I'm comin' with bells, I got eyes on me
Tell Shorty in the hill, it's lit for her too
Tell her get her son a vest, hope it's bulletproof
You wanna record, and you made a big error
The hills have eyes, and they're filled with terror
Speaking of Terror, he getting it too
50 shots to the mouth, I'm hittin' every tooth
Brenden Hines, I ain't forget about you
Shootin' it up like a photo booth
Tell A1 if it's up then it's stuck
She tryin' to make amends, she testin' her luck
I been quiet for a minute, ain't no shuttin' me up
I get it from my mom, she don't give a-
Stop testin' my patience, you testin' your life
You play with mines, I'm in it for life
Laugh in my face and I'm takin' your wife
We cuttin' ties and I'm holdin' the knife
I ain't showin' no mercy, everybody get it
Play with my top and we hittin' his fitted
We spinnin' your block, then we gon' lift it
Send him to the gods, yeah, I did it
I took "his" girl, now "he" mad
Told "him" Draco season, with a book bag
If it was me, I would've got to clappin' him
How you walk past the dude that got your girl laughing
You ain't built for real
Quit the façade
I got a Icky Vicky, she look like Minaj
Get out my face, I pull tens and nines
She only a nine, cause her sister a five
Put in your two cents and I'm gettin' a dime
Many men want my life, but 50 alive
If you shoot me nine times, just make it a dime
Cause I'ma raise hell if I open my eyes
Dead on arrival, no one survived
Cause I'm top five, dead or alive
You better leap frog, cause I'm takin' a dive
Big Mula, stop wastin' my time
I'm done showing mercy, I'm poppin' like percy's
Talk out ya neck, get put on a shirt B
Shoot at his feet, make a hater get sturdy
Blood everywhere, whole block got dirty
He talkin' real crazy, we spit out the V
You heard me before, get put on a tee
Gas went up, so we smoke you for free
Beat on his chest till he see a red beam
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Writer(s): Lamara Chase
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