Young M.A - No Mercy (Intro) lyrics

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Young M.A - No Mercy (Intro) lyrics

[Intro] That's that Kofi Black music Oh, this what we doin'? Alright, uh [Chorus] Took the cold out my heart, went and put it on a watch (Uh) Middle finger hangin' out the Benz, feel like Pac (Uh) Spittin' on your cameras, bandana with the knot Competition lookin' for me, I was waitin' at the top (Uh) But ain't no competition, ain't no one in my position (Nah) Didn't mean to flex on ni**as, wasn't my decision (Wasn't my decision) God told me, "Do it," so I did it on 'em (So I did it on 'em) And hoes gon' be hoes, I ain't trippin' on 'em (I ain't trippin' on 'em) ni**as dyin' to beat me, so I'm livin' on 'em (So I'm livin' on 'em) And since they wanna pay attention, I'ma bill it on 'em (I'ma bill it on 'em) I don't feel her like she feel me, but I'm feelin' on her (I'm feelin' on her) She thought the sky was fallin' when I dropped the ceiling on 'em (When I dropped, uh) [Verse] Then she went and dropped her panties fu*k your heart, I want a GRAMMY Don't take molly, don't take Xannies But there's weed inside the pantry I get high to get by She gon' low 'cause she my ho Shoutout Reem, that's the bro, ayy Shoutout to my motherfu*kin' woes (Motherfu*kin' woes) Uh, we ain't ever home, we on the road (We on the road) Ain't no lettin' up, ain't catchin' up, we on a roll (We on a roll) Uh, pull up in that (Skrrt, skrrt), hop out, then I (Brr, brr) Cameras out, hol' up, let me pose (Ooh) Pretty motherfu*ker, put me on the front of Vogue (Ooh) ni**as tryna be the bro, but they don't know the code (No) I put "Her" in "History" and sold it 'round the globe (Around the) This about to be the greatest story never told, ni**a (Never told, ni**a) Huh? If you ain't know, then now you know, ni**a (Now you know, ni**a) Huh? I wasn't welcome, I imposed, ni**a (I imposed, ni**a) Huh? I put this dick inside her soul, ni**a, uh (I put it in her soul) Just to get up under ni**as' skin fu*kin' with the same sex, they say it's a sin (Huh?) But I'm a dyke and she a fem, it's a synonym (Ooh) Puttin' M&Ms in the bank, then I go and buy a pack of M&Ms, ni**a Let's get it [Chorus] Took the cold out my heart, went and put it on a watch Middle finger hangin' out the Benz, feel like Pac (Skrrt) Spittin' on your cameras, bandana with the knot Competition lookin' for me, I was waitin' at the top But ain't no competition, ain't no one in my position Didn't mean to flex on ni**as, wasn't my decision God told me, "Do it," so I did it on 'em And hoes gon' be hoes, I ain't trippin' on 'em I don't feel her like she feel me, but I'm feelin' on her She thought the sky was fallin' when I dropped the ceiling on 'em ni**as dyin' to beat me, so I'm livin' on 'em And since they wanna pay attention, I'ma bill it on 'em Let's get it