Artist: Flesh-N-Bone f/ Big Punisher, Fat Joe
Album: T.H.U.G.S. (Trues Humbly United Gatherin` Souls)
Song: No Mercy
[Fat Joe]
Yeah, real muthafuckin` gangstas
All the way from New York to muthafuckin` Cleveland
Terror Squad, muthafuckas
[Flesh]
I`m (comin`) to get ya, comin` to serve a brother
Me fo`-fo` show no one mercy
But I`m off searchin` for those
You`re soon to be comin` up missin`
Get at your strip and my niggas talkin` `bout murder mo
Keep me ? on hydro, blunt flow, (but I take his shit, all of it)
Runnin` with all my thugsta niggas
Better beware when I bail on the Clair
Gravedig, wig splitter, put one in ya
To the woods to ? your body
Right ? by the two of ya, tie the noose knot tight
But my niggas ain`t fuckin` the ?, tell `em not to bang
Better believe we goin` to kill all the witness
So test Flesh, gotta put `em in check every time
Here we go march in at night
Just picture me thuggin` in Cleveland, deep in the women
Me and my green, come up with that team
So we can put a lot of fiends in the ditch, bleed
Better not sleep or you sleep with that deep
When I pap that chrome
It`ll be gone, what you`re fuckin` with?
The ever-rollin` Bone to the dome, you done
Flesh-n-Bone off with the gun
Quiet, so how`d they put him a casket?
Why is it niggas want violence?
I`ll find him, no competition, listen
Ammuntion, let `em have it
Can`t outlast our Mo Thug niggas, smoke
Now fiend me the bud to gets me buzzed
So what if you hate me?
Keep to yourself or the haters catch a slug
And never know what it was (was)
[Big Punisher]
Here comes the pain, one in your brain frame
Niggas is thinkin` this shit is a game
Slip in a clip in the MAC
Clack, what`s my name? Big Pun
Go for your guns, son
Let`s get it on
My vest is on
Protectin` home, it`s only Flesh-N-Bone
[Flesh]
Think I`m a murder, light up a spliff
Better think of sophisticated way to learn
Imitators, it gets me ? that niggas try to be like us
But can`t get the hang, bet I hurt the bustas at ?
They depend on us suckas keep watchin`
You better switch and get humble
Keep our shit original, end up like a lot of niggas that droppin`
Glock-glock, double nina, infrared beam
Now die in an instant flash
Get rid of `em, mister, ? of `em, yeah
Try to flee and you`ll meet your doom, killin` soon
Your ? get tossed to my great dane
They havin` ? handy for supper
What` s worser, don`t even want a
Nigga like me to go thick
What the hell, if you really want to suffer
Stop pressin`, and now what`s the problem?
Niggas start the static
Always with the silver revolver
Bet I solve `em, hollow point ?, cash and blast
Get it told, didn`t feel ? with your soul
Why murder and follow, but told you
Should`ve slowed your roll for ?
Here I go, here I go, proceedin` to murder
Scribblin` hellified bloody scriptures
When I sneaks the green
I come to the nigga, hear the fat lady sing
It`s your funeral, mister
How would you picture the story and them haters endin`
I`m forcin` the pain, bringin` the game to the table
And we able to bump off your label
Mo props to ? Mo Thug we brang, we brang
Mo Thug brang, we brang, Mo Thug brang
I`m feelin` that lynchin` comin` to get you
I`m feelin` that lynchin` comin` to get you
Get out of line, niggas, we come to drop dimes
Get out of line, niggas, we come to drop dimes
Whoever didn`t lynch `em becomes wig split fools, wig split fools
I`ll pop and hit you with a millimeter glock, non-stop
With my favorite fuckin` tool, tool
Kingpin and all of you sucka bustas
Prepare to lose, prepare to lose
`Bout time for you ready to die, pow, pow, what am I?
Guess who, so Flesh`ll be waitin`, anticipatin`, ?
Really don`t want to fuck the
Cleveland bosses, Cleveland bosses
We done way past gold
Even past platinum, done triple-doubled it
Go look at the stats, can`t stand a nigga sellin` hits quick
Don`t go lookin` for trouble
If you dare you gonna stare down the barrel of a
Mossy shotty, can`t help ya
Never could drop me, but I`m untouchable
Look behind me, find Mo Thug thug posse
[Fat Joe]
For the right price, I put any ? up on ice
So for a green card
Terror Squad will carve `em up real nice
Send `em to Christ takin` this life`s not a problem
I been robbin` niggas and pullin` triggers way before my album
Drownin` my sorrows in bottles of Olde
Anybody can go, lose your control, end up a John Doe
You didn`t know my shit was game tight
The insane type to bust open your brain with a drain pipe
It ain`t right, but I don`t give a uh
Me and Punisher, contemplate your death like the governor
A red dot to make your head hot
Disgustin` wet spot, blood gushin` out your ? dreadlocks
Blowin` the spot like David Koresh
Blazin` the sess with Wish, Biz, Layzie, Krayzie, and Flesh
[Big Punisher]
Here comes the pain, one in your brain frame
Niggas is thinkin` this shit is a game
Slip in a clip in the MAC
Clack, what`s my name? Big Pun
Go for your guns, son
Let`s get it on
My vest is on
Protectin` home, it`s only Flesh-N-Bone
