The Game
No Mercy Remix
[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***as 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***as 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 fuckin' army to murk me (we'll stand over you n***as)
And I ain't stoppin' n***a (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***as 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***a
[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***a 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***as 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***as 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, fuck 'em
You don't want me to be the reason n***as 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
Bitch
[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)