No Mercy-Flesh 'n' Bone

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 muthaf**kin' gangstas All the way from New York to muthaf**kin' Cleveland Terror Squad, muthaf**kas (Flesh) I'm (comin') to get ya, comin' to serve a brother Me fo'-fo' show no one mercy But I'm off searchin' for those You're soon to be comin' up missin' Get at your strip and my niggas talkin' 'bout murder mo Keep me? on hydro, blunt flow, (but I take his sh*t, all of it) Runnin' with all my thugsta niggas Better beware when I bail on the Clair Gravedig, wig splitter, put one in ya To the woods to? your body Right? by the two of ya, tie the noose knot tight But my niggas ain't f**kin' the?, tell 'em not to bang Better believe we goin' to kill all the witness So test Flesh, gotta put 'em in check every time Here we go march in at night Just picture me thuggin' in Cleveland, deep in the women Me and my green, come up with that team So we can put a lot of fiends in the ditch, bleed Better not sleep or you sleep with that deep When I pap that chrome It'll be gone, what you're f**kin' with? The ever-rollin' Bone to the dome, you done Flesh-n-Bone off with the gun Quiet, so how'd they put him a casket? Why is it niggas want violence? I'll find him, no competition, listen Ammuntion, let 'em have it Can't outlast our Mo Thug niggas, smoke Now fiend me the bud to gets me buzzed So what if you hate me? Keep to yourself or the haters catch a slug And never know what it was (was) (Big Punisher) Here comes the pain, one in your brain frame Niggas is thinkin' this sh*t is a game Slip in a clip in the MAC Clack, what's my name? Big Pun Go for your guns, son Let's get it on My vest is on Protectin' home, it's only Flesh-N-Bone (Flesh) Think I'm a murder, light up a spliff Better think of sophisticated way to learn Imitators, it gets me? that niggas try to be like us But can't get the hang, bet I hurt the bustas at? They depend on us suckas keep watchin' You better switch and get humble Keep our sh*t original, end up like a lot of niggas that droppin' Glock-glock, double nina, infrared beam Now die in an instant flash Get rid of 'em, mister,? of 'em, yeah Try to flee and you'll meet your doom, killin' soon Your? get tossed to my great dane They havin'? handy for supper What' s worser, don't even want a Ni**a like me to go thick What the hell, if you really want to suffer Stop pressin', and now what's the problem? Niggas start the static Always with the silver revolver Bet I solve 'em, hollow point?, cash and blast Get it told, didn't feel? with your soul Why murder and follow, but told you Should've slowed your roll for? Here I go, here I go, proceedin' to murder Scribblin' hellified bloody scriptures When I sneaks the green I come to the ni**a, hear the fat lady sing It's your funeral, mister How would you picture the story and them haters endin' I'm forcin' the pain, bringin' the game to the table And we able to bump off your label Mo props to? Mo Thug we brang, we brang Mo Thug brang, we brang, Mo Thug brang I'm feelin' that lynchin' comin' to get you I'm feelin' that lynchin' comin' to get you Get out of line, niggas, we come to drop dimes Get out of line, niggas, we come to drop dimes Whoever didn't lynch 'em becomes wig split fools, wig split fools I'll pop and hit you with a millimeter glock, non-stop With my favorite f**kin' tool, tool Kingpin and all of you sucka bustas Prepare to lose, prepare to lose 'Bout time for you ready to die, pow, pow, what am I? Guess who, so Flesh'll be waitin', anticipatin',? Really don't want to f**k the Cleveland bosses, Cleveland bosses We done way past gold Even past platinum, done triple-doubled it Go look at the stats, can't stand a ni**a sellin' hits quick Don't go lookin' for trouble If you dare you gonna stare down the barrel of a Mossy shotty, can't help ya Never could drop me, but I'm untouchable Look behind me, find Mo Thug thug posse (Fat Joe) For the right price, I put any? up on ice So for a green card Terror Squad will carve 'em up real nice Send 'em to Christ takin' this life's not a problem I been robbin' niggas and pullin' triggers way before my album Drownin' my sorrows in bottles of Olde Anybody can go, lose your control, end up a John Doe You didn't know my sh*t was game tight The insane type to bust open your brain with a drain pipe It ain't right, but I don't give a uh Me and Punisher, contemplate your death like the governor A red dot to make your head hot Disgustin' wet spot, blood gushin' out your? dreadlocks Blowin' the spot like David Koresh Blazin' the sess with Wish, Biz, Layzie, Krayzie, and Flesh (Big Punisher) Here comes the pain, one in your brain frame Niggas is thinkin' this sh*t is a game Slip in a clip in the MAC Clack, what's my name? Big Pun Go for your guns, son Let's get it on My vest is on Protectin' home, it's only Flesh-N-Bone