Have Mercy on Me

[Intro: Solomon Childs] Yeah, yeah right? Alright, uh You can love me, love me, love me, love me, love me... [Chorus 2X: Solomon Childs] You can love me, or you can hate me You ain't even gotta believe me But when the gun powder turn warm, lord Have mercy on me.... [Solomon Childs] Police say I should of died already, guillotine I declare war on this county, light up the bally I want blood like Napoleon battles, the cooking spice'll Have the crack house rattle, Killa Mob, the cattle Northern rebel with that southern metal Nigga, you playing with the wrong nigga, huh Word, get killed over her? Word Red rum, New York, nigga push blizzard crumbs Push heroin jums, all authentic like a black panther shotgun And I'm thinking, of a master plan And ain't nothing but grams inside my hand Kingpin, I love a broad with a round ass Boulevard militia, let the gat flash Get a combination up to the safe or I'm putting two in yo mama ass Let the magnums dance, fuck, let the magnums dance [Chorus 2X] [Solomon Childs] Porsche, like knives in your gat, you so gully, what's up? Killa Mob nigga, get ya mob, nigga This the year dead souls rise from Vietnam You bitch, you need a dress, so we can send yo ass to the prom Somewhere there's a dead man walking, you hear the siren horns New York to Cali, my territory, a graph of blood out ya dick In a fight, true story, all she did was swallow them kids Ain't not need for Maury, this dedicated to police clappers Boulevard, beef toast cookers, tongue kissing hood hookers Nines, in your mouth, country, French kiss it, country Or get clapped for them diamonds, country Buried with them diamonds, country, Childs Red Heroin nigga, Florida Brooksville blood, nigga Who gon' stop the flood, nigga? [Chorus 2X] [Outro: Solomon Childs] Haha, I'm bout to twist you bitch ass niggas up That's what I'm talking about, what's there to talk about? I'm about to swiss ya bitch ass niggas up, you already know