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Mercy
by Carlito 810
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I should've turned it up nahh I should've turned it down why did i burn the clutch gears Grinding just to hear the sound Shouldve worked smarter fuck working harder They Made me a martyr cuz fuck it we had the carter With a blueprint too that was hard to Follow thats why I'm screaming to the heavens rest up Twallo From burgess to g lawn Man we was on northside with a song all fuckin day long and we stayed strong With the Meeks to inherit the earth where we belong The section pierson dewey merril all the Hoods with them G's strong Shit a landing pad nigga we owned the strip And we kept Them irons like that chick when Wilona flipped Those were good times and that was all Dynamite Fuck punchin a clock I was just trying to find a fight Just like a lesbian out Here trying to find a dike I'm so blunt in the dark man I'm just trying to find a Light
Ohhh ahh Mercy Mercy Me e e ee Ohhh ahh things ain't what they use to be ee
Ohhh ahh Mercy Mercy Me e e ee Ohhh ahh things ain't what they use to be ee
But what it brought shit it was no flowers unless it was funerals rest up in power When We use to flex on 'em they use to cower left baits with the psychos to draw curtains and Then shower See I'm a real artist call me Picasso while fugazi ass niggas is out here Donnie Brasco And all these Lying kings are just Simbas while I been mufasa in the Jungle just to lift em up remember Got scarred from the pack with hyenas just laughing Gaspin robin in the same light that Carol Basked in And they gone bring the tape right After I bring the mask in and why they're dancing for a m well hell what they asking But Now they all calling Marvin so whats going on I just wanna scat from the pack hit the gas Blowin strong You want them new Jays nigga well you stand in line While the sands is Moving through the hour glass you better plan ya time
Ohhh ahh Mercy Mercy Me e e ee Ohhh ahh things ain't what they use to be ee
Ohhh ahh Mercy Mercy Me e e ee Ohhh ahh things ain't what they use to be ee
See i grew up on somethin but still couldn't tell me nothin see the money is my bitch so All season i'm cuffin If i got play my hand for any reason it's no Bluffin see ill drive Through 24 just to take the stuffin out ya egg mcmuffin If they're hanging with a jury They'll try ya quick or niggas a get bitch tendencies and ride ya dick And snitch on Enemies lil pussy juss sliding slick and anybody will tell you when they caught me I ain't Confide in shit yeah Cuz where i come from thats a no no just might have to break in The door Big waving tha forty four And if I was coming in hot it was all for the coco word I had To flip to tha very last bird dodo
Ohhh ahh Mercy Mercy Me e e ee Ohhh ahh things aint what they use to be ee
Ohhh ahh Mercy Mercy Me e e ee Ohhh ahh things aint what they use to be ee
I should've turned it up nahh I should've turned it down why did i burn the clutch gears Grinding just to hear the sound Shouldve worked smarter fuck working harder They Made me a martyr cuz fuck it we had the carter With a blueprint too that was hard to Follow thats why I'm screaming to the heavens rest up Twallo From burgess to g lawn Man we was on northside with a song all fuckin day long and we stayed strong With the Meeks to inherit the earth where we belong The section pierson dewey merril all the Hoods with them G's strong Shit a landing pad nigga we owned the strip And we kept Them irons like that chick when Wilona flipped Those were good times and that was all Dynamite Fuck punchin a clock I was just trying to find a fight Just like a lesbian out Here trying to find a dike I'm so blunt in the dark man I'm just trying to find a Light
Ohhh ahh Mercy Mercy Me e e ee Ohhh ahh things ain't what they use to be ee
Ohhh ahh Mercy Mercy Me e e ee Ohhh ahh things ain't what they use to be ee
But what it brought shit it was no flowers unless it was funerals rest up in power When We use to flex on 'em they use to cower left baits with the psychos to draw curtains and Then shower See I'm a real artist call me Picasso while fugazi ass niggas is out here Donnie Brasco And all these Lying kings are just Simbas while I been mufasa in the Jungle just to lift em up remember Got scarred from the pack with hyenas just laughing Gaspin robin in the same light that Carol Basked in And they gone bring the tape right After I bring the mask in and why they're dancing for a m well hell what they asking But Now they all calling Marvin so whats going on I just wanna scat from the pack hit the gas Blowin strong You want them new Jays nigga well you stand in line While the sands is Moving through the hour glass you better plan ya time
Ohhh ahh Mercy Mercy Me e e ee Ohhh ahh things ain't what they use to be ee
Ohhh ahh Mercy Mercy Me e e ee Ohhh ahh things ain't what they use to be ee
See i grew up on somethin but still couldn't tell me nothin see the money is my bitch so All season i'm cuffin If i got play my hand for any reason it's no Bluffin see ill drive Through 24 just to take the stuffin out ya egg mcmuffin If they're hanging with a jury They'll try ya quick or niggas a get bitch tendencies and ride ya dick And snitch on Enemies lil pussy juss sliding slick and anybody will tell you when they caught me I ain't Confide in shit yeah Cuz where i come from thats a no no just might have to break in The door Big waving tha forty four And if I was coming in hot it was all for the coco word I had To flip to tha very last bird dodo
Ohhh ahh Mercy Mercy Me e e ee Ohhh ahh things aint what they use to be ee
Ohhh ahh Mercy Mercy Me e e ee Ohhh ahh things aint what they use to be ee
