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letra de no mercy - boosie badazz

intro:
my ghetto r-t-rded(x3)
dumb way(x4)
off that dumb sh-t(dumb sh-t) with my ghetto
no mercy, n-gga no mercy(x1)
“imma never say die”, that’s what my og told me(believe that southside city, n-gga)

hook:
“ho’s lie, n-gga’s die”, thats what my og told me
my ghetto(my ghetto), if you make it to see 25, n-gga you a og

verse 1:
n-gga woke up in the morn, don’t know if they died
don’t know who they friend
can’t even trust they kin
f-ck 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-ggas eyes
these n-ggas strapped, unda them cow hides
these n-ggas, clapping in dat southside
if ya hit 25, then ya lucky
most n-gga’s get k!lled, when ya real like bucky!
all that buckin gets ya head bust
p-ssed down a n-gga 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-ggas 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-gga

hook:(x4)

[verse 2:] might die oh the dark way
i get done with the a.k
southside make these n-ggas 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-ggas on they broad, n-ggas on these bars
recession in tha streets n-gga’s back to stealin cars
o.g. told me how this “sh-t would unfold if i eva got tha money and tha cars and clothes.”
these n-ggas hoes just like hoes

[verse 2 cont’d:]
alot of n-ggas in mah ghetto need to be exposed
we always on the news “someone lay down” (stay down!)
dis year man we k!lled more than brookstown!
chopper rounds goin off in mah territory
we the ones started! call this sh-t retarted!
get ya mind right
the o.g.s the b.g.s the bottom the top; you got the boulevard but i’m across the track die hard

verse 2:
let’s get back to the south sh-t
where you from? how you come?
hope you dumb cause we dumb c-ck that back shoot through ya lung
dude don’t make me twist ya toungue “tick tick tick tick tick tick”, like a n-gga playin drum
big drum, choppa drum
we ain’t playin son
k!ll you and ya n-gga thas a and 1, straight up
i know some boulevard die hard n-ggas who brought they business
some uptown gorillas, some bottomboard k!llas!
southside head honcho ivy left it to me so ima always be return to
n-ggas be dead with no insurance, life it ain’t a game (f-ck that!)
lets get it n-gga 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-ggas play for keeps
whole families die when a n-gga play wit me b-tch

hook/outro

- boosie badazz

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