Footprints Lyrics - Beg For Mercy - G-unit

Walk with me 

Hey if you hear me out there 

I get down on my knees every night and pray 

I'm going to war 

I'm going to war 

You never know when deaths coming all you hear is gunshots 

Little kids get to running 

Old ladys get off the block 

When the pops hit the truck music comes to a stop 

Niggas get on the floor with their front doors locked 

Syringes and sirens the only thing on the street 

People act like they don't know who did it but they know its me 

Every days a death threat but I ain't dead yet 

So I go put a whole in the nigga from the next sac 

Don't know where I slept at just know where my check at 

Its the first of the month 

My bitch ain't got her check yet 

Juve left me in California I don't respect that 

I love him to much to beef so I'ma except that 

But I'ma just step back 

And focus on buck 

I'm tired of riding in yours I'm bout to buy my own truck 

Gotta try my own luck 

Get rich or die trying 

Its g-unit till I'm gone 

Lord knows I ain't lying nigga 

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[Chorus: x2] 

First there was two sets of footprints in the sand 

Then there was one set of footprints in the sand 

When times get hard and shit hits the fam 

God don't walk with me he carry me man 

You don't know what I been through 

To get what I done got 

If you look through a scope 

You couldn't hit what I done shot 

Couldn't flip what I done copped 

Couldn't dip what I done topped 

To Murder you all talk 

Like a clip without a glock 

When you holla g-unit on some other shit 

You need to do the research and see who you fucking with 

I smoke all ya weed up 

Go run up ya visa 

Ya baby momma want me 

I don't want that skeezer 

She scratched my bima 

But I ain't Seen her 

When I catch the bitch 

I'ma gangsta lean her 

Whoa! 

We be playing in those videos 

With them pretty hoes 

Cashville Tennekey keep bitches from New York City Hoes 

They learned it from lil' kim to let their Titties 

Show 

I'm the king of the south 

This is how it really go 

Lord knows I keep all my jewels froze 

As long as the check come then fuck the award shows you know me nigga 

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[Chorus: x2] 

Half of these kids never read the bible 

But they can tell you how to kill a man better than I do 

The reason they fucked up they all been lied to 

I know what It feels like 

When a nigga misguide you 

My momma stay in the projects 

And I been having money 

I went bought her a house 

But she told me she ain't want it 

Right then I understood that the hoods in my blood 

So I holla Cashville Let them know where I'm from 

Niggas know I got a gun 

When I come to the club 

And If It go down you better tell your people to Duck 

Why should I slow down 

I just got started targeting artists 

Wait till the bullets start hopping 

Out the closets 

I come to get it popping 

I pray to god the news watching 

So when they see him his niggas will know who got him 

We came from the bottom to the top 

From hoopties to a drop 

Killer be killed 

Is the attitude I got nigga 

[Chorus: x2] 

I know you praying I get killed nigga 

He who fears death is in denial 

50 told you niggas 

Young-buck showed you niggas 

Banks! 

Free Yayo! 

And tell them bitch as niggas put they vest on 

I'm hear now!