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young merc - 40 bars pt 2 (50 cent diss) lyrics

[intro: caddillac tah]
yo you’s a funny motherf+cker man
i mean literally you’s a f+ckin’ comedian dog
n+ggas is not even takin’ you serious man
pull your motherf+ckin’ self together man ya unda dig
and for all my real n+ggas out there who ain’t understandin’ why n+ggas ain’t respondin’ to this clown is because dog got statements out there man
yeah this me here real talkin’ dog, your name is on the statement n+gga i saw it
it right there in letterin’ n+gga
it’s real talkin’ n+gga
you understand what i’m sayin’, pull your self together
what chu gon’ be n+gga
you gon’ bе a thug or a donnie brasco son
n+ggas, yo all my real n+ggas don’t vouch for this motherf+ckеr man yeah
and i got my young cannon right here man (yeah n+gga, what up, what up)
you know i’m sayin’, he wanna spit sumthin’ at, he don’t even know you dog
but just from the word and
and what’s goin’ around, he know you a f+ckin’ bozo so he got some flame for you man
yo merce ride on this f+ckin’ chump

[verse: young merc]
got’chu n+gga don’t worry
yeah
come on
huh
it’s murda
yeah
i barley know this coward
half of a dollar but we don’ showed n+ggas the power of a dollar
now y’all got problems
’cause we ain’t playin’ your life insurance gon’ get you a nice box to lay in
the shots gon’ be sprayin’ whenever we cross paths and i keep a extra pair of gloves and a ski mask for you b+tch n+ggas
matter fact scratch that, snitch n+ggas
we murdaaaaa
incorporated, we hit n+ggas, stab n+ggas, shoot n+ggas, get rid of n+ggas
and we all got some figures
war we all wit it
so that sh+t y’all n+ggas is talkin’, we still livin’, that coke we still pitch, still got toast to heat n+ggas
can’t wait till i see n+ggas
thinkin’ they safe like i won’t montana the block in daylight
o..kkkkk
hundred shot clip for the a.k
barley six in a mac
y’all n+ggas wan’t gunplay, holla
but know that it’s murda and shots gon’ falla
and not a sh+ll’ll a drop
i keep a revolva ta slump sumthin’
and i ain’t never been a n+gga for frontin’
you see young’n know that i’m dumpin’
tryna hit sumthin’
y’all n+ggas runnin’ claimin’ you gangsta
snitch n+ggas
now who the real w+nksta
yeah i stay caked up
so i keep that thang tuck
n+gga front if you want and end up slump n+gga
p+ssy (p+ssy, p+ssy)

- young merc lyrics

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