G-Unit - No mercy, no fear • correction
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Yo, yo we can't stay alive forever
So if shit hit the fan then we might as well die together
I'm high as ever, more holes and more cheddar
G-Unit move around wit them pounds and Berreta's
Yea fagot, if I want it I'm gonna have it
Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it
Don't make a ass outta yourself trying to stop me
I'm cocky, raps rocky, nigga you sloppy
You know that I'm, 8 levels above you nigga
I'll club you nigga, I never heard of you nigga, ugly nigga
I'm the wrong one to provoke
You ratting on niggas is only gonna leave you smoke
So the only thing left now is tools for these cowrads
I got no friends, fuck most of these cowards
They pop shit 'till we start approaching these cowards
While we lay around dollars, they lay around flowers
I got a intergangstress who argue and steams with reefer
And who flip when I call a bitch like she Queen Latifah
Not all the vehicle's is long enough to stash the street sweeper
This shit can get uglier than the Master P sneaker
We sliding through the ruckus, with Prada on the chuckus
Soon as spring break ho's home from college wanna fuck us
I ain't here to drop knowledge on you suckas
I'll sick rottweiler's on you fuckers, cops following to cuff us
Top dollars to discuss this, whole lotta zeros
When it comes to paper I blow a soul outta aero
I'ma break before I lay floor berry
Besides, every rapper ain't a star, nigga plad ain't bulbary
You can't tame Lloyd, smoking by the big screen
You changing the channel looks like I'm playing the game boy
I know to watch bothering ya vision
You reach and I'll put a dot on ya head like its part of yo religion
Why party wit a pigeon?
I'm blowing a 10 'cause Bush handing flyers for a party in a prison
I'm in the gucci vest wit the green and red straps
I'm the last rapper to scare niggas since Craig Mack
Now every morning's a fast start
And there aint problem gettin dressed 'cause my closet got more aisles than pathmark
Run, move starting a wave
and leave wit 12 shells in ya mouth like a carton of eggs
I'm the young pimp pardon my age
I don't got long hair but if I did she be putting my braids
Niggas find what club they at
take 'em wit us, and run a train on 'em like a subway mac
get advances from grey agra
see these record labels got most artists getting fucked like the gay rappa'
I go the college on the tour
I'm goin down in history nigga, next to Wallace and Shakur
I keep ya ammo clean, text polished in the drawer
Camera's by the hamper that mine into the floor
by now, you probably heard of me
fresh outta surgery, flashy as a fuck, you gonna have to murder me
Burglary, I'm leaving with ya nike's bergendy, White T, bergendy
you match now, back down
niggas love to hate you, but love you when you disappear
catch me on the boat wit weed smoke and official gear
heavy when I toke, C notes from different years
Besly in the robe, re-motes for lifting chairs
You ain't rich, but we glad to snatch ya
I send cars to crib like I'm a cab dispatcher
you better off wit ya stupid guys, looking for a coupe to drive
you ain't getting nutting but ya French fries super sized
it's a damn shame y'all still local
I'm in a million dollar studio laying my vocals
Nigga
Still in the projects nigga, you ain't going nowhere
you gonna fucking be there for the rest of yo motherfucking life
and yo momma said, I'm supposed to tell you something...
to encourage you, something positive
alright well I ain't gonna lie to you motherfucker, he ain't going nowhere
get yourself a beer, get on the fucking curve
fucking dirt bag