Solomon Childs - Have Mercy on Me lyrics

[Intro: Solomon Childs] Yeah, yeah right? Alright, uh You can love me, love me, love me, love me, love me... [Chorus 2X: Solomon Childs] You can love me, or you can hate me You ain't even gotta believe me But when the gun powder turn warm, lord Have mercy on me.... [Solomon Childs] Police say I should of died already, guillotine I declare war on this county, light up the bally I want blood like Napoleon battles, the cooking spice'll Have the crack house rattle, k**a Mob, the cattle Northern rebel with that southern metal n***a, you playing with the wrong n***a, huh Word, get k**ed over her? Word Red rum, New York, n***a push blizzard crumbs Push h**n jums, all authentic like a black panther shotgun And I'm thinking, of a master plan And ain't nothing but grams inside my hand Kingpin, I love a broad with a round a** Boulevard militia, let the gat flash Get a combination up to the safe or I'm putting two in yo mama a** Let the magnums dance, f**, let the magnums dance [Chorus 2X] [Solomon Childs] Porsche, like knives in your gat, you so gully, what's up? k**a Mob n***a, get ya mob, n***a This the year dead souls rise from Vietnam You b**h, you need a dress, so we can send yo a** to the prom Somewhere there's a dead man walking, you hear the siren horns New York to Cali, my territory, a graph of blood out ya dick In a fight, true story, all she did was swallow them kids Ain't not need for Maury, this dedicated to police clappers Boulevard, beef toast cookers, tongue kissing hood hookers Nines, in your mouth, country, French kiss it, country Or get clapped for them diamonds, country Buried with them diamonds, country, Childs Red Heroin n***a, Florida Brooksville blood, n***a Who gon' stop the flood, n***a? [Chorus 2X] [Outro: Solomon Childs] Haha, I'm bout to twist you b**h a** n***as up That's what I'm talking about, what's there to talk about? I'm about to swiss ya b**h a** n***as up, you already know