me catch a homicide (homicide) pop the lama, leave you dramatized (dramatized) y'all don't wanna see ya mama cry (mama cry), (Cuban Link) cause I won't show no mercy (no mercy) [The Game
make me catch a homicide (homicide) pop the lama, leave you dramatized (dramatized) y'all don't wanna see ya mama cry (mama cry), (Cuban Link) cause I won't show no mercy (no mercy) [The Game
's too late, you shoulda squared the damn game off [Chorus] Square the game off, why take a chance? All you gotta do is just tell me in advance Square the game
And then we all bought yachts And race up to the islands And moored them at the docks Leading up to our cabins We raced up just to slow down We drank
question But you had to take advantage of a blessing I warned you, I told you it would end this way If you kept on playing all those childish games But
makes the world alright And there's some pain you can't do without That's the pain you're tasting When you started walking out Ooh, mercy, mercy, it's a hard game
the legal system controls his last breath He tries to fight execution with petitions and pleas And a pardon from the governor is all he needs He cries out for mercy
clip Look in my face, I crack an evil grin Lyrics bring death from the microphone Mac-10 Sucker MC's, you ain't down with the Syndicate Try to kick game
solo flight Lookin down on MC's faces full of fright and fear I slam dunk a rap through their ear to hear Heureka! I just struck a platinum fame In the game
name My name, my naaaaammee yeah Said you gunna remember my name My naaaaaaammmmmmeeeee VERSE 1: Listen I promise to be Nuttin short of a G Never beg for mercy
Damn, has it been that long? Say, what happened since I been gone, homie? Y'all got the game all wrong, man, it's too pretty in here Let's say we take
why I ignore Punchline niggaz on front time, silly hoe shit He who questions I, is unfocused Copperfield flow yes, I'll make careers disappear Like hocus, pocus, no joke, it's Push' Mercy, mercy
life a bitch, but you know nothing 'bout her Been to hell and back, I can show you vouchers I'm rolling Sweets, I'm smoking sour Married to the game
us, that's the way we started They call me crazy, cold-blooded and BLACK-hearted I don't play no games, niggas +Beg for Mercy+ Then we "T.O.S.", put that
The management said they were sorry For the inconvenience you are suffering And Mr. Booking Agent, please have mercy Don't book the jobs so far apart
