Lyrics:
Artist: Flesh-N-Bone f/ Big Punisher, Fat Joe
Album: T.H.U.G.S. (Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls)
Song: No Mercy
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, real
you all alone
How you gonna make me wait
I could never say no
I just wanna run in your race
How you got me chasin baby all along
Shorty 5'6 and like 29
and black masked up
Just like I knew they would
Runnin' out there buckin' loud
Niggas only laughed at ya
Hard not to bang when you got bitch niggas
returned from an Urn to a Blunt
Had a hunch Big Worms getting his perm done for lunch
Them junkies acting like Monkeys
On his back by the bunch lunching
and Nolteychucks
Suckin' the warden's dick in the back of the bus
But God made me what I am today
So I say things ya'll afraid to say
Just 'cause you got a head
Joe
Man, 7.62, turn him G.I. Jane
It's that Rick Owen boot, they be knee-high, man
Now when I look down you know I can't see my ankle
Man, she
calm down na
If you see me in the parking lot runnin from stress
That means I'm trying to get something boo please hold your mess
If you see me in
yeah (yeah)
Free my dogs out the county (Free 'em)
And I got some niggas doin' fed time (Yup)
Play with me, I'm sendin' out a bounty (Huh?)
Drop you in
been that way since Ike Turner was kickin Tina ass
Hookers ridin dick, like I'm a motorcycle
You wanna shine bitch? Let me Simoniz you
I make sure your
to me,
Terror squad and the bu ain't sayin' nothin'
I be spendin' euros by the pound I'm talkin' London
If it ain't about some millions boy you ain't
I'm in the hood man
I'm in the hood all the time man fo' real son
I come back from a tour i come through
You kno'msayin'? I switch up
I've got mad
you Tommy's inside
Chasin cases got that badge and know you runnin the place
But that ain't NAR' a fuckin reason to have them guns in my face
And your
Combos come like Lomachenko
You're talking gang, you don't know the ends, though
I'm a big belly boy like Butter Bean
I've got gloves on my hands, that's
to go to, you know
Trader Joe's and have it shipped to me"
Victory, history
More G than a kid's movie, Royalty
My name is Rock in the new drop
My
you're runnin' your mouths crazy
Think y'all got to ease up, though, you know?
Ease up 'fore somethin' happen, man
We don't want that, at least you don't
you're runnin' your mouths crazy
Think y'all got to ease up, though, you know?
Ease up 'fore somethin' happen, man
We don't want that, at least you don't
when I'm rappin
I got yo' bitch and I'm clappin'
I'm on the mic and I'm rappin
Got wet, so give me a napkin
Yo, bitch, you don't know what happened
I'm
goin' to the bank.
She keeps me runnin' to the bank
She got me
Got me.
Drives my Mercedes
Lunch with the ladies
She loves the finer things.
And since they took Big Tookie from me
I went T-Nutty, now Tha Jacka lookin' for me
Bitch, we ain't equal
They found an arrow but couldn't find a C-Bo
his case
And I told her speed it up cuz I ain't really like her pace
She say Big Joe turn me up
I say bitch I say bitch you lit enough
Grateful for this
a nanny that Jason like so I can keep him with me
Real gambler, plenty times I fucked it up and got it right the same night
You ever heard a little joe
the titles
Now instead of Chaka call me Nat Turner with the burner
Freedom fighter for this revolution, fuck a wave journer
See I be what John Wilkes Booth
changin the titles
Now instead of Chaka call me Nat Turner with the burner
Freedom fighter for this revolution, fuck a wage earner
See I be what John
don't flop
These ninjaz gotta problem
I'ma just kall on the dok
I'm sick of you ninjaz; get ya Prescription
Talkin big game; to me you ah Midget
Say that
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