Mercy

[Intro: Fuzzy Jones] Well, it is a weeping and a moaning and a gnashing of teeth It is a weeping and a mourning and a gnashing of teeth It is a - when it comes to my sound which is the champion sound Believe (believe!) [Hook] Okay Lamborghini Mercy, your chick, she so thirsty I'm in that two seat Lambo with your girl, she tryna jerk me [Verse One: P-Stunna] What's poppin? Stunna bout to punish Why would I enter a contest, I already won this Cause of you people I do not have a private jet I spit fire on the track, make the beat sweat Resorting back to my old ways Sitting in class, caught up in a daze You been amazed I been afraid Of what the game Gon do to me when I achieve fame Bend the frame Break the mold I just started, you already came But guess which one of us is getting old Way too cold I pimp them hoes Girl hit the flo What size are those That's pocket change Polo, I ain't got no Hanes You can buy my CD, or pirate the thang Still got a hot dame Giving me brain No Mercy, ho, give me back my pimp cane O-Town Spitters And Daz roll with us Blunts the size of King Kong's fingas Us three guys against these little niggas Did it way before Clip but let's see who make it bigger I'm a pimp going on a whore binge Smoke sour like an orange Capture the rap game-Wurmple Put the blunt down and sip on some purple [Verse Two: Tha Clip] In the game on Mercy What I'm saying is firstly This is what I'm doing seriously But I'm not in it commercially Last verse but in first place Hit em probably in the worst way Like zombies be throwing up, people getting sick of your face This is what I'm up in You ain't nothing So quit bluffing Calling yourself burglars I ain't never heard worse Daz and Stunna's beef squashed Get a grill, we'll make burgers Speaking of which I'm hungry Eat rappers like nothing Too bad I spit them out These hoes be putting out Immature like a pudding pouch Causing a fire up in here, too bad you can't put it out [Hook repeat]