Lyrics:
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
button
We dropped this album yeah it's really sudden
I don't give a shit about your fake judging
You just jealous bout the beats I be crushing
By the time
Grass stays green
Sky stays blue
What about me
What about you
Touchin' on some mountains
Like the map is topographic
You just pulled my card
Yeah,
Ist bisschen schwindelerregend, wie man sich dreht um sich selbst
Ich sterbe so langsam, denn ich lebe so schnell
Als Kind war alles klar, jetzt
the window, see the corner that I bent it
It's just so simple when we get so D.E.E.P.
Learn a lesson, pick up the album when it hits the streets like
my last album title song
but I understand it takes a year for niggaz to catch on
(hit em in the head dog) So let's get it on! yea
[Notorious
one-on-one
Take this dope, hit a one on one
Ain't nothing else to do, she wanna cum for fun
I'm by myself, I brung no one
Nigga, she want me like Givenchy
In
Crank up the volume, what you value lately?
The album out it sounds amazing and production wavy
They love to hate me
It wasn't cause I hung around
eating pork and beans
Viewing us listening to Weezer clean
Up our heart strings with hits
Gasp like pork and beans
Farting up your heart strings
Is this
of the rings
Add that shit up that 2 lines by a 3
But I bet i be loaded like glocks on a sting
Only pour red i do not do the green
Only want bread i do
to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings
In fair times so writing rhymes
It ain't just the police
We kill each other just lost another brother
Fast
at your engineer:
A Japanese guy with glasses on with straight leg jeans and a beer
Got you on Hit Factory with four groupies with acne
Thinking you
survivor's remorse
So when I hit St. Paul's, make the sign of the cross
Word to Wallace and the solace that I find in the Lord
Found God 'round the time Al
garbage
Imma cop a harbor, build a parlor for ice cream
And I scream lonely, no inviting from I.E
And by me, I mean clean like some Visine
Green silly, uh,
a sail or a stream, I can make a bag
Easy task, thinking all green like Peter Pan
And if the feds watching, I'ma be fresher than Dapper Dan
Clap your
a Nikon lens
Zion big, I’m a icon here
No telling when the life gon’ end so
Too paid for a night off, ah yeah
Hit a button turn the roof off
Nike slides
(Drop the fucking album!)
(Bro, you've been talking about this album for months, when are you going to drop it?)
(Seriously, si-six, seven months
criminal I talk
With the street slang
People talk but ain't a crew
That we can't show up it's so tough
The music hit's you harder than a hold-up
I'll take
initially
Officially love and lust
Accompanied by misery
So obsessed with company
Watchin' how you move, how you walk
Where your compass be
Even when you move
schreibe am Meter, zerstückel die Hater
Und arbeite mehr als ich muss wie ein Streber
Baammm - hier ist mein Album und bye
Ich bin wie meine Nüsse,
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got
floss mode
The life of a boss player
Fuck what you thought though
My enemies deceased
Die like a bitch
When my album hit the streets
Niggas can't
floss mode
The life of a boss player
Fuck what you thought though
My enemies deceased
Die like a bitch
When my album hit the streets
Niggas can't
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got
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