No Mercy Remix lyrics

[Intro: Cuban Link]
As I walk through the valley of death
I shall fear no evil

[Chorus: Cuban Link & The Game]
Now do you really think I'ma let ya'll murk me (g-g-g-g-g)
Tell me why these n*ggas is tryna hurt me (g-g-g-g-g)
Lord please forgive, I'll have no mercy (g-g-g-g-g-g-unit)
When I catch them, they ass is done, (Lord forgive me!)
Do you really think I'ma let ya'll murk me (g-g-g-g-g)
Tell me why these n*ggas is tryna hurt me (only strike those, that try to strike me) (g-g-g-g-g-g-unit)
Lord please forgive, I'll have no mercy
When I catch them, (g-unit) they ass is done (Lord forgive me for my sins)
Cause here I come (50 sent me that's who)
Y'all really think y'all gon' murk me
(Haha)
Cause here I come
Y'all need a f*ckin' army to murk me (we'll stand over you n*ggas)
And I ain't stoppin' n*gga (nah)
Ain't no mercy

[Verse 1: Cuban Link]
Yo, ain't no mercy, in the hood
Cats is thirsty, in the hood
For the bread, n*ggas spread lead like herpes, in the hood
Mama birthed me, in the hood
Papa turned me to a hood
Did my share of dirt, put in the work, I'm worthy of the hood
Nuttin's purty, in the hood
Do you dirty in the hood
Got the crooked cops, a lots of little birdies, in the hood
You'll get buried, in the hood
Bright and early, in the hood
Thugs'll put a 30-30 slug firmly, in ya hood, what's good?
We could hood it down, and make it happen, before I made it rappin', I was more dedicated to aggravated scrappin'
The chin tappin', that crackin' your jaw pimp slappin'
I been baggin' the bad broads, I been mackin'
I been packin' the Mack 10s, I been clappin'
Before the twins crashed in Manhattan, I bin laden
So quit the actin' before I capture ya life
You'll catch a lashin', do your ass like the Passion of Christ
n*gga
[Chorus: Cuban Link & The Game]
Lama on us, so I'm down to ride (to ride)
I ain't the type to let the drama slide (drama slide)
Bring your armor when you come outside (come outside)
Cause I won't show no mercy (I want show no mercy)
Y'all gon' make me catch a homicide (homicide)
Pop the lama, leave you traumatized (traumatized)
Y'all don't wanna see ya mama cry (mama cry), (Cuban Link)
Cause I won't show no mercy (no mercy)

[Verse 2: The Game]
n*gga I'm made
Call the Brooklyn zoo, let 'em know the gorillas out his cage
One hand on the holy Koran, one hand on the gage
Call 50, tell 'em send (G-Unit) the brigade
Whenever my pin out, homie I'm a grenade
I'm from Compton, where n*ggas don't die of old age
When you see son out, better put on shades
Cause I shine like Eazy and Pun in they last days
See the problem is, n*ggas gettin' old
I'm startin' a new chapter, and we ain't on the same page
I stole the crown, I'm a damn good crook
You ain't gotta go to Ryker's to get ya manhood took
They don't like me, f*ck 'em
You don't want me to be the reason n*ggas climbin' 'em fences at the Rucker
Don't get it twisted, I love NY
No mercy, that's why he got blood in his eye
b*tch
[Chorus: Cuban Link]
Lama on us, so I'm down to ride (to ride)
I ain't the type to let the drama slide (drama slide)
Bring your armor when you come outside (come outside)
Cause I won't show no mercy (I want show no mercy)
Y'all gon' make me catch a homicide (homicide)
Pop the lama, leave you traumatized (traumatized)
Y'all don't wanna see ya mama cry (mama cry)
Cause I won't show no mercy (no mercy)