B-Real - No Mercy lyrics

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B-Real - No Mercy lyrics

Intro: My Ghetto Retarded(x3) Dumb Way(x4) Off that dumb sh**(dumb sh**) with my ghetto No Mercy, n***a no mercy(x1) "Imma never say die", that's what my OG told me(Believe that southside city, n***a) Hook: "Ho's lie, n***a's die", thats what my OG told me My ghetto(my ghetto), if you make it to see 25, n***a you a OG Verse 1: n***a woke up in the morn, don't know if they died Don't know who they friend Can't even trust they kin f** it! Fake it! Til' ya make it Keep it all the same Don't even show ya stash spot, to ya old lady Watch these n***as eyes These n***as strapped, unda them cow hides These n***as, clapping in dat southside If ya hit 25, then ya lucky Most n***a's get k**ed, when ya real like Bucky! All that buckin gets ya head bust Pa**ed down a n***a block, and done messed up! You outta Here! Bottem board to fullest man I'm hollin "What it do Southside?", baby I got love for that due Breakdown: You got the hustlas, the n***as bought the big bread Ya got the bustas, ya got the feds and the cookheads you got the skeezas The iphones and tha beepers ya got ya people But is yo people yo people thats who it evil n***a Hook:(x4) [Verse 2:] Might die oh the dark way I get done with the A.K Southside make these n***as scream "MAYDAY! MAYDAY!" Rest in peace to all my G's from the bottom to the top But I put Ivy on tha top ghetto superstar [Breakdown:] n***as on they broad, n***as on these bars Recession in tha streets n***a's back to stealin cars O.G. told me how this "sh** would unfold if I eva got tha money and tha cars and clothes." These n***as hoes just like hoes [Verse 2 cont'd:] Alot of n***as in mah ghetto need to be exposed We always on the news "someone lay down" (stay down!) Dis year man we k**ed more than Brookstown! Chopper rounds goin off in mah territory We the ones started! Call this sh** retarted! Get ya mind right The O.G.s the B.G.s the bottom the top; you got the boulevard but im crossed and Criped out Verse 2: Let's get back to the south sh** Where you from? how you come? Hope you dumb cause we dumb co*k that back shoot through ya lung Dude don't make me twist ya toungue "tick tick tick tick tick tick", like a n***a playin drum Big drum, choppa drum We ain't playin son k** you and ya n***a thas a And 1, Straight up I know some boulevard die hard n***as who brought they business Some uptown gorillas, some bottomboard k**as! Southside head honcho Ivy left it to me so ima always be return to n***as be dead with no insurance, life it ain't a game (f** That!) Lets get it n***a yo life for my chain They wanna investigate the murder Crack rock is the perk old people peepin out tha window like turtles No mercy in my neighborhood n***as play for keeps Whole families die when a n***a play wit me b**h Hook/Outro