Gangsta Shit Lyrics - Beg For Mercy - G-unit

Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit 

Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood; you know what I mean? 

Fucking head blown off, nigga; you know? 

They, they talking that 

That gangsta shit 

They ain't about that 

Man, matter of fact 

Hand me my strap 

Show me where they at 

I'll stop 'em from talking like that 

They, they talking that 

That gangsta shit 

They ain't about that 

Man, matter of fact 

Hand me my strap 

Show me where they at 

I'll stop 'em from talking like that 

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I'm the topic in every barbershop and beauty salon 

Cause these other niggas that rap ain't on the shit that I'm on 

Cause 50 this; 50 that; 50 stay with a gat 

Thirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the MAC 

But when I come through, shh - the talking stop 

My money long now, I can make the Pope get shot 

Now, we can blow an hour talking bout the stones I rock 

Or the hoes I got - catchin' stunts in the drop 

Now, Nas, you love the kid, 50 on that killa shit 

That big mobster bad man; BGF guerrilla shit 

I'm marking my music like diesel on the block 

So if you with me you gon' eat, and you gon' starve if you not 

Weed smokers love me like they love Buddha 

I'll turn your kids to a shooter 

Crip niggas love me like they love Hoover 

They tell me see careful good, cause niggas wanna see like you 

They ain't used to a G like you, BOW! 

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They, they talking that 

That gangsta shit 

They ain't about that 

Man, matter of fact 

Hand me my strap 

Show me where they at 

I'll stop 'em from talking like that 

They, they talking that 

That gangsta shit 

They ain't about that 

Man, matter of fact 

Hand me my strap 

Show me where they at 

I'll stop 'em from talking like that 

You think you a killer but we gon' just pay 'em a visit 

Put the potato on the barrel so nobody hear it 

I keep a holster on my shoulder like I'm John Wayne 

Shooting these niggas lights out like LeBron James 

Holla my name; give me a reason to see you bleeding 

After you feel these hollow tips, nigga, then we even 

Full of anger until there's no more bullets in the chamber 

Ain't nothing like when you get popped and don't know who to blame-a 

Nigga told me, "Do your dirt all by your lonely" 

So I go hit them niggas 'fore 50 could even hold me 

I'm waiting, anticipating to put a nigga under 

Smoking like we some Jamaicans, fucking with this ganja 

Ride with no hesitation, retaliation is a must 

Bad as I want to, some shit I just don't discuss 

So point him out and watch I knock him off 

Everywhere you bitches go, I got a nigga watching ya'll, motherfucka! 

They, they talking that 

That gangsta shit 

They ain't about that 

Man, matter of fact 

Hand me my strap 

Show me where they at 

I'll stop 'em from talking like that 

They, they talking that 

That gangsta shit 

They ain't about that 

Man, matter of fact 

Hand me my strap 

Show me where they at 

I'll stop 'em from talking like that 

Come on, nigga, I ain't here to make no friends; just cut the checks 

I got a long pump that'll put your stupid ass out the steps 

Begging niggas don't understand, no 

Probably cause my hand glow when I'm anticipating' the lambo 

Lean out my bucket for niggas thinking they Rambo 

You get one warning, so I suggest you let your man know 

These rap niggas portray to be tough, nobody acting soft 

Til they laid out in the hospital, eatin' apple sauce 

Usually for yapping off and turn apologetic 

Waving a white flag, for danger they might have 

My niggas buying so much ammo 

If you reach in the couch for loose change 

You'll probably feel on the handle 

Holding sixteens to get your bandages and broke bones 

So I suggest you get alarm systems in both homes 

There's only one team on top; we number one with a Glock 

Fuck around and get your dumb ass shot 

They, they talking that 

That gangsta shit 

They ain't about that 

Man, matter of fact 

Hand me my strap 

Show me where they at 

I'll stop 'em from talking like that 

They, they talking that 

That gangsta shit 

They ain't about that 

Man, matter of fact 

Hand me my strap 

Show me where they at 

I'll stop 'em from talking like that