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Groupie Love

G-Unit

Beg for Mercy

2003

bus ass naked here staright jump
Bitch say how high and flag down a car when the shit drive by
I'm a pimp like pretty tone i got the info

like Jesus (Je-Sus-Walks)
Keep it sweet, like buttercups & Reese's Pieces
Have you seen my skin tones & god-like features?
If you knew my roots then you

body your body pretty Ricky you getting thotty I lick up on you like it’s ice cream 
Dusse and hypnotic body in a frolic 
I know how to swim so I go

Turn on my notice, turn on that mic and keep my eyes closed
Vibe on, like somebody cut the lights on
This a breeze, sandals on like a vacation beach

to Beats by Dre, ey
I'm an old-school mixed with new school type of rapper
It's so cool
I would make a song during quarantine,
So I'm pretty sure it's no

Getting lit in my zone 
Rolling on chrome 
Tell these bicthes leave me lone
You could tell just by my tone 
That the southern tip my home

Deep south deep

pillows, pulling sheets, hitting high notes
I can turn a 10 to a 50 wit my Eyes closed
Pretty broke bitch hell no, Ion don't like those
Trynna touch a m by

You're my masterpiece
You're my masterpiece
You're my masterpiece
You're my masterpiece
We locked eyes club devised such a lustful tone
We knew what

stack, let them grow
Till i'm counting my shit by the o's
Run up my shit then divide by the Load
I know they gone hate it when I make the pros
Keep it PG

fallin' even so
My fall is always soft
My fall is always soft
I feel lost and alone  and ridiculous
But i  know those pretty sexy girls 
cnd they know who how

Who's at fault? Who said what?
Dead men walk, Dead men talk
Late night walk take the long way home
Ain't my block that's the wrong way home
Bruised

dangerous
Don't
Hold my feet
Let me float
Til i question my magic
And smack to the floor
Broken and torn asunder
Awoke to bones
Snapped by the bad balance

tone, we'll call it pretty brown
She a school teacher, so our lifestyle's way different

I feel like you too good for me sometimes, so I get distant

versatile
That's the only thing I really like versatile
I like both, singing and rapping
Yeah I do it versatile
My pretty pen is almost empty
Yeah it was

bag a bad bih like I'm nylon
Let her sit on my throne let her sit on my bone
When she calling me baby I just switch up my tone
Had to shoot my shot it

The flyest nigga in the room
Might by your coffins 

Just get my name written on them hoes quite often 
I like a bad bitch 
Straight teeth 
Gloss poppin 
Hair

Got views of palm trees in the city, it's pretty
Pull up to the stu, now I'm chillin',
The same spot I been in,
I'm right here with Tone
You knew that

of the world on shoulder nigga, immerged from the mud i was groomed by the coldest niggas, that ever did you better check my spirits, if it making money how

the only one who knows about your pretty pus'y 
And how you got them long stretch marks 

Cause I got my mind made up, by hater, I gotta stack and go
Grippin

Vroom
Bitches be fake
Yessir
To the moon and back
Ya dig
It’s Yardee
All this designer but Ima still drip by my lonely
Who my real friends? Feel like

write my own
Speak in a hyper tone, when rippin a microphone
So those steppin to me better have somethin hype to say
I cook mc's faster than you can in

my touch tone 
She's got a way of puttin' me in my place 
By changing expressions on her pretty face  I

I got a girl making' my world 
Spin like

a rut
Still made the cut like Ichiban
Lychee martinis
Putting my feet down in the sand
Every hour just keep rushing
By like Ricky Tan
What happened

Home body
Care for it like its my own body
Everytime that im flowing be in the zone got me
So disarmed and holding me by the arm i be
Praying for