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A$AP Ferg – East Coast (Remix) Lyrics ft. Snoop Dogg, Rick Ross

A$AP Ferg – East Coast (Remix) Lyrics ft. Snoop Dogg, Rick Ross, French Montana, Dave East, A$AP Rocky & Busta Rhymes

[Intro: A$AP Ferg & Busta Rhymes]
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
Fuck that shit, we get turnt ’til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast motherfucker
Call me Mr. East Coast motherfucker
Let me give them a friendly reminder real quick, yo

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Y’all already know the god gotta talk
Every single time I come you niggas know I gotta do it
Yes I gotta do it and I gotta kill em and I gotta hit em
Yes you know a nigga gotta beat em stupid
Only got 41 seconds just to give a nigga shit
Every second bitch I gotta use it
Some wack, a nigga blew it and I cannot
Grab the microphone and not make a motherfucker lose it
And I make niggas jump in the back
Niggas up, she in the back of the truck
Lil’ mommy wanna fuck and she really wanna suck
When I finish with it then we go in the back of the club
And we do this shit again my nigga, pronto
Bip-de-badda-de-booda-de-beat it like a bongo
Banging on the pussy like a nigga named Alonzo
Head game crazy, that make her the head honcho
Mad cause I took his bitch and now he thinks he macho?
Somebody better call the cops yo
‘Fore we run up inside of that nigga’s lil’ condo
Put him in a box so the nigga in a cargo (cargo, cargo)
Shut a nigga down (fake bitch)
Throw a bottle at ya, shut a nigga mouth (break shit)
Come and follow me, stand up on the couch (shake shit)
Let us wallow, niggas know we’re in the house (trey fifth)
East Coast nigga!

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
10031 is where my zip is
Livin how I live up in the trenches
Run through a bodega like I ain’t got riches
Run through a bodega like I ain’t got (come on)
Don’t do it for the haters, I do it for the bitches
My flow Al-Qaeda, I kill rap niggas
Y’all Now and Laters, sweet ass-niggas
Soon as you get famous, they wanna ass-kiss
Only thing that I’m missing is Hov verse (JAY-Z)
I get a feeling, they want the old Ferg
“Cocaine Castle”, “Hood Pope” Ferg
Got a question to ask, do you know Ferg?
Do you know that I come from where the toast burn?
New York, New York, I run for dirt
On Hungry Ham up on the corner
Fiends taste the lean, they never sober
For being in the streets to run a culture
I never been in the weave, I had hoes, brah
Who’s that jiggy motherfucker with the clothes, brah?
I’m finna kill these motherfuckers with the flow, brah
I’m the best in the game with the flow, brah
In New York I Milly Rock to Magnolia
I love the East but shoutout to every coast, brah
South to North and even West Coast, brah

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[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]
Blackin’ like I’m fresh out from retirement
My flow still monumental
Mental, couldn’t ride an instrumental but they ridin’ dick
I set the standards for requirements, so call the firemen
Just me, myself and I, the world is mine, I put the “I” in his
His posse too clean, his diamonds like tip
His skin too clear, his bitch gon’ stare
So mind your biz, how they find the time for minding mine
I find these college chicks for top with Kylie’s lips
Oh my, oh my (running)
Running, running like you want it (running)
Running, running like you stole it (running)
Running, running like I’m going (woo)
Running, pitching like I’m bowling (woo)
In my city, gangs run the inner city
Load a semi for the chiddy bang
Flacko, Fergie, Frenchie with the bitties
Hit up Remy for the pretty gang

[Verse 4: Dave East]
Lately I feel like a Beatle
I’m Paulie McCartney just rocking Moschino
Moscato or Pinot
I got some bitches to hop in the Regal, phenomenal deep throat
I’m more Ali than Muhammad
My noodles was Ramen, go Google my diamonds
I got some shooters in college
I feel like a coach, I’m recruiting and signing
Look, I still be moving in silence
I’m ballin’ in blue like I’m hooping in Dallas
Bitch I don’t play for no Mavericks
You need to think who gon’ pay for your casket
Ignorant bastard
But I’m still conscious enough to give hope to the masses
Watch the coke do gymnastics
Dominique Dawes, foreign my car when I’m mashin’

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[Verse 5: French Montana]
Chain busting it down, wrist busting it down
Your bitch busting it down, rap game up fucking it now
I could be a jeweler, neck on Slick the Ruler
You niggas is comedy, talking fast like Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
KRS-One, Big L flows
Son of a gun with the Buffalo
Head on my wrist is a P1
Made more money than E1
One time Chinx, two time Yams (Yams)
Get the money slide like a violin
You know my nigga Max almost home
You know we run the East Coast zone nigga

[Verse 6: Rick Ross]
In the kitchen culinary, I could whip a Bloody Mary
And I wish that blood would dead me, I’ma get your brother burried
Gangbanging with your halo, business on the payphone
Bitches pussies drying up, like Taz’s Angels
Never was a client, ’cause that boy ain’t buying it
And I got a bottom bitch, my top come on consignment
Step up from the minor league, double M the dynasty
No I never sold dope, I just got me a finder’s fee
Following my frequency, niggas rapping week to week
Suckers be so weak to me, text but don’t speak to me
You can never speak for me, see the B.I. chemistry
Check into the crazy house, I’ma turn the labels out

[Hook: A$AP Ferg]
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
Fuck that shit, we get turnt ’til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast motherfucker
But I know this West Coast (Snoop Dogg)

[Verse 7: Snoop Dogg]
10-20 was my date of birth, the day I came to Earth
Bottles sipping, love to burp, young nigga that’s doing dirt
Long Beach across my shirt, all y’all niggas gon’ get merked
What the fuck is you talking ’bout?
Me and Ferg, we gon’ put in work
Bang on ya’ gang culture, out of this world
It’s all on a bitch, is she a Blood? Is she a Crip?
Don’t slip, think not, on the block where it’s hot
Legalize with the nines, give a fuck about a cop
Real shit, this is it, from the bottom to the Bay
This is anybody K, California all day
Yes-sir, on the curb, Mossberg by the band
Little homies on the roof with the blam, blam, blam!
Long Beach, popping pill on ’em
I been working so hard, nigga, get your bale on
I been working so hard, nigga, work to sell somethin’
I been working so hard, welcome to the hellzone, zone, zone
See I’m from Long Beach

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[Hook: A$AP Ferg & Snoop Dogg]
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (remix)
See I’m from Long Beach
Fuck that shit, we get turnt ’til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
See I’m from Long Beach
This that East Coast motherfucker
California motherfucker, see I’m from Long Beach
Call me Mr. East Coast motherfucker
West Coast

A$AP Ferg – East Coast (Remix) Lyrics ft. Snoop Dogg, Rick Ross, French Montana, Dave East, A$AP Rocky & Busta Rhymes

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Ladies Of Beach City – Everyday (feat. Snoop Dogg)

[Intro]
You don’t know what I go through everyday
La da da da da
Long Beach

[Hook]
Everyday
You don’t know

[Verse 1]
Let me tell you bout my life, my daddy ain’t shit
And my mama served the white
The devil is a bitch, I’m still puttin’ up a fight
My granny saved my life, because I wasn’t living right
I got my head to the sky, spittin’ [?]
Hold up, if you want it then I really got it
I really started from the bottom, I’m just bein’ honest
I know some niggas that know some niggas that know somebody
I got ’em saying my pain game be catchin’ bodies
With no shottys, I murder it, then apply the pressure
I live one hell of a life, that’s why I think I’m next up
I’m trynna change a few lives, and hopefully be the best one
I live one hell of a life, even off the record

[Verse 2]
Executive, immaculate [?], main attractions
Prestigious, reachin’ the deepest of every satisfaction
Lord knows that I struggle through the times [?]
Late nights [?], trynna cuddle
But no more emptiness, [?]
I’m on the way, [?] got me on my particles
Goin’ barnacles, articles [?] hover me
Feel like I’m unstoppable, [?]
Bimmer drop-top of ’em
Kick my feet up, screamin’ domino
What’s it like? ‘Cause I gotta know
‘Cause I’m hotter than a volcano
[?]. but I’m already so funny how the money change a nigga
We outta control, it’s my life, and the time’s right so
I’ma take flight, see my headlights, full speed ahead, got my head right, ’cause there ain’t no room for the parasites

[Hook]
You don’t know
You don’t know what I go through everyday

[Verse 3]
I try not to let these growing pains get to me
I lost some family, weak niggas ain’t shit to me
I lost my brother, one bullet
And I pray everyday for that nigga who cocked and pulled it
Then my sister went to sleep, and she never woke again
So we never spoke again
And mama got four kids, li’l bro doin’ time and I’m the only one here
Everyday is something new, livin’ life on the edge
Can never get comfortable
But I’ma be the best mama to my son, he only four, and he only know his mama

[Hook]
You don’t know what I go through everyday
You don’t know
You don’t know what I go through everyday
You don’t

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Snoop Dogg – Transition

[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
It’s really just making a transition of being a street hustler nigga to like a [?] star
Jahlil Beats, holla at me

[Verse: Snoop Dogg]
Me and my homeboys walked up in the strip club
37 deep, Long Beach, 20 crip, cous’
I could really give a fuck about a bitch, cous’
We in this motherfucker tryna hit a lick, cous’
Pouring drinks in a bitch face, tryna pop a bottle with a model
I bought a whole case
Glasses up, asses up
They paying homage to a nigga like a [?]
VIP scene looking like a massacre
This little bitch got mad ’cause I wouldn’t dance with her
It’s all a setup, I sat up, get up, and listen to the [?]
Balls up, real nigga, punk bitch move back
Let me get my vape on
Don’t trip, super crip with my cape on
Bacon, how much am I gon’ take on?
It don’t matter at all, no ladder to fall
You either the bat or the ball
Through the heart of it all, true heart of it all
Sipping on this liquor, tryna hit this lick up
And when it’s done, I make the pick up, kick up more dust
Word on the street’s the shit had to be us
Now they wanna see us, so we LBC ya
I take off the [?] and I spin it on my rear
Yeah motherfucker, we up
Shoe box money with two Glocks on me
In case y’all put the motherfucking pigs on me
The little homie with the shit, homie
Tiny cous’, big cous’ look stoney
All he ever wanted was the money, but we’ll take it all
And we never hesitate to break it off
So cold on the pole, baby shake it off
Shake it off, shake it off (shake it, shake it)
Yeah, shake it off, shake it off (take it off)
I see you get money, more dollars
No money, no pussy, no habla (no habla Ingles)
I see you get money, more dollars (money, money, money, money)
No money, no pussy, no habla (no habla Ingles)
Yeah
So when you see a nigga sitting up in a ace of diamonds
Or you may see me [?]
Wherever you see me at, you gotta know and understand
It’s not a trick, it may be a lick
Haha, yeah nigga
See, you want the honey
All we want is the money
Believe that
Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)
Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)
Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)
Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)
Gangsta

[Outro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
It’s really just making a transition of being a street hustler nigga to like a [?] star

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Snoop Dogg – Transition Lyrics

[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
It’s really just making a transition of being a street hustler nigga to like a [?] star
Jahlil Beats, holla at me

[Verse: Snoop Dogg]
Me and my homeboys walked up in the strip club
37 deep, Long Beach, 20 crip, cous’
I could really give a fuck about a bitch, cous’
We in this motherfucker tryna hit a lick, cous’
Pouring drinks in a bitch face, tryna pop a bottle with a model
I bought a whole case
Glasses up, asses up
They paying homage to a nigga like a [?]
VIP scene looking like a massacre
This little bitch got mad ’cause I wouldn’t dance with her
It’s all a setup, I sat up, get up, and listen to the [?]
Balls up, real nigga, punk bitch move back
Let me get my vape on
Don’t trip, super crip with my cape on
Bacon, how much am I gon’ take on?
It don’t matter at all, no ladder to fall
You either the bat or the ball
Through the heart of it all, true heart of it all
Sipping on this liquor, tryna hit this lick up
And when it’s done, I make the pick up, kick up more dust
Word on the street’s the shit had to be us
Now they wanna see us, so we LBC ya
I take off the [?] and I spin it on my rear
Yeah motherfucker, we up
Shoe box money with two Glocks on me
In case y’all put the motherfucking pigs on me
The little homie with the shit, homie
Tiny cous’, big cous’ look stoney
All he ever wanted was the money, but we’ll take it all
And we never hesitate to break it off
So cold on the pole, baby shake it off
Shake it off, shake it off (shake it, shake it)
Yeah, shake it off, shake it off (take it off)
I see you get money, more dollars
No money, no pussy, no habla (no habla Ingles)
I see you get money, more dollars (money, money, money, money)
No money, no pussy, no habla (no habla Ingles)
Yeah
So when you see a nigga sitting up in a ace of diamonds
Or you may see me [?]
Wherever you see me at, you gotta know and understand
It’s not a trick, it may be a lick
Haha, yeah nigga
See, you want the honey
All we want is the money
Believe that
Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)
Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)
Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)
Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)
Gangsta

[Outro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
It’s really just making a transition of being a street hustler nigga to like a [?] star

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Transition

Lyrics to ‘Transition’ by Snoop Dogg:

–Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.–
It’s really just making a transition of being a street hustler nigga to like a [?] star
Jahlil Beats, holla at me

–Verse: Snoop Dogg–
Me and my homeboys walked up in the strip club
37 deep, Long Beach, 20 crip, cous’
I could really give a fuck about a bitch, cous’
We in this motherfucker tryna hit a lick, cous’
Pouring drinks in a bitch face, tryna pop a bottle with a model
I bought a whole case
Glasses up, asses up
They paying homage to a nigga like a [?]
VIP scene looking like a massacre
This little bitch got mad ’cause I wouldn’t dance with her
It’s all a setup, I sat up, get up, and listen to the [?]
Balls up, real nigga, punk bitch move back
Let me get my vape on
Don’t trip, super crip with my cape on
Bacon, how much am I gon’ take on?
It don’t matter at all, no ladder to fall
You either the bat or the ball
Through the heart of it all, true heart of it all
Sipping on this liquor, tryna hit this lick up
And when it’s done, I make the pick up, kick up more dust
Word on the street’s the shit had to be us
Now they wanna see us, so we LBC ya
I take off the [?] and I spin it on my rear
Yeah motherfucker, we up
Shoe box money with two Glocks on me
In case y’all put the motherfucking pigs on me
The little homie with the shit, homie
Tiny cous’, big cous’ look stoney
All he ever wanted was the money, but we’ll take it all
And we never hesitate to break it off
So cold on the pole, baby shake it off
Shake it off, shake it off (shake it, shake it)
Yeah, shake it off, shake it off (take it off)
I see you get money, more dollars
No money, no pussy, no habla (no habla Ingles)
I see you get money, more dollars (money, money, money, money)
No money, no pussy, no habla (no habla Ingles)
Yeah
So when you see a nigga sitting up in a ace of diamonds
Or you may see me [?]
Wherever you see me at, you gotta know and understand
It’s not a trick, it may be a lick
Haha, yeah nigga
See, you want the honey
All we want is the money
Believe that
Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)
Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)
Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)
Gangsta (my nigga we so motherfucking)
Gangsta

–Outro: The Notorious B.I.G.–
It’s really just making a transition of being a street hustler nigga to like a [?] star

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Snoop Dogg – Super Crip

Turn me up, turn me up
Just blaze
What’s up, what’s happening?
Big Snoop in this bitch, get it crackin’
Dickies creased up and they saggin’
Gat in the right side, left side flag
Niggas running at the lip again
Got me feelin’ I’ma trip again
And you thought I wasn’t listenin’
Bitches talkin’ shit, got me walkin’ like a Crip again
Gotta hit you with the re-up
I’m married to the streets, fuck a prenup
Ay lil’ nigga roll the weed up
Drink in my cup, we about to get G’d up
Long Beach on my right side
CPT on my left side
I got Watts in this bitch
B Dogs from the jets still screaming out West Side
Long Beach on my right side
CPT on my left side
I got Watts in this bitch
Tiny locs from the third and they screaming out East Side
Bitch niggas still bang on ’em
Fifty Cal shots, let it rang on ’em
And if a square ass nigga tried to get up in my circle
We gon’ have to put them thangs on ’em
Bitch niggas still bang on ’em
Fifty Cal shots, let it rang on ’em
And if a square ass nigga tried to get up in my circle
We gon’ have to put them thangs on ’em
Still fuck cause ain’t no love for ’em
Tell ’em come and see me, I got a slug for ’em
But then again I ain’t brainless
I’ll have my little locs hit you with the stainless
Still fuck ’cause ain’t no love for ’em
Tell ’em come and see me, I got a slug for ’em
But I ain’t tryna make ya famous
I’ll have my tiny locos hit you with the stainless
Bitch you know who I be
D-O double G, super C-R-I-P
Creepin’ through the fog
And steppin’ through the smog
And you know I’m high as shit
And my bitches fly free (Who dat)
Bitch you know who I be
D-O double G, super C-R-I-P
Creepin’ through the fog
And steppin’ through the smog
And you know I’m high as shit
And my bitches fly free
Super Crip, what?
Super Crip, who?
Super Crip, what?
Super Crip, who?
Super Crip, what?
It’s still 187 if you bitch niggas wanna trip, who?
Super Crip, what?
Super Crip, who?
Super Crip, what?
Super Crip, who?
Super Crip, what?
It’s still 187 if you bitch niggas need that
It’s enough of that to go around
Real G’s make the hood go ’round
Keep the planet spinnin’ on it’s axis
How is he so hood? How can you ask this?
I guess you can say I put in practice
On the strip, under lights, now I’m back bitch
And even if I’m blown on my own
With the chrome to your dome
Make you stretch like elastic
I need my real G’s to the left
Bitch niggas staying to the right
I need my hoes front and center
Hard on these hoes from the summer to the winter
Spring to the fall, hoes still on my balls
It’s the number one nigga from the hood Doggy Dogg
Still pull up on a nigga when I need to be heard
I’m a killer and a stealer, but I ain’t from Pittsburgh
Real shit on the set, I get your whole clique served
You best observe, or be chalked out on the curb
With your momma and your people sayin’ "supercrip did it"
But they won’t testify, so he got away with it
Now I’m sttin’ on my throne, on my bad phone
I’m talkin’ to Iron Man, smokin’ on fireman
Look up in the sky, it’s a bird, it’s a plane
Walkin’ on the clouds with a Crip stick cane
I am super Crip, what?
Super Crip, who?
Super Crip, what?
Super Crip, who?
Super Crip, what?
It’s still 187 if you bitch niggas wanna trip, who?
Super Crip, what?
Super Crip, who?
Super Crip, what?
Super Crip, who?
Super Crip, what?
It’s still 187 if you bitch niggas need that

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Snoop Dogg – Promise You This

[Intro]
Say man that nigga promised me a record deal man
That nigga promised me he was gon’ come over man and do some things with me man
That nigga Snoop Dogg promised me, man the nigga promised a whole lotta stuff man
But he didn’t come through man
Look nigga, I’ma promise you this

[Hook]
One thing I never do is promise motherfuckers shit but I’ma promise you this
With your hand up you need to man up, lil’ bitch
I’ma promise you this

[Verse 1]
Nigga had to walk ’bout four days
These niggas actin’ like hoes nowadays
When I was young I used to hustle for my own shit
A 20 nigga slanging with them insane crips
I made my way out they call me Snoop Eastwood
Didn’t forget where I came from, went back to the hood
Signed niggas, gave jobs and I made bail
And kept a lot of motherfuckers from goin’ back to jail
Retail, [?] OG’s won’t tell
Oh yeah they will, oh yeah they will
But I paid no mind I get back on my grind
I had a football dream to have a football league and I did that

[Hook]
One thing I never do is promise motherfuckers shit but I’ma promise you this
With your hand up you need to man up, lil’ bitch
I’ma promise you this
One thing I never do is promise motherfuckers shit but I’ma promise you this
With your hand up you need to man up, lil’ bitch
I’ma promise you this

[Verse 2]
Niggas said somethiing outta place, dawg
I’ma let it go, I can’t catch a case dawg
These motherfuckers prayin’ on my downfall
I run the paint when it comes to this roundball
See I’m a legendary nigga doin’ legendary shit
Smoking on the blunt with your temporary bitch
One thing’s for certain, two thangs for sho
I’m a Long Beach nigga everywhere that I go
If I do, if I don’t, if I will, if I won’t
See time is money and it’s the first of the month
Quit actin’ funny my nigga
And go get your money my nigga
He do, 3, 2

[Hook]
One thing I never do is promise motherfuckers shit but I’ma promise you this
With your hand up you need to man up, lil’ bitch
I’ma promise you this
One thing I never do is promise motherfuckers shit but I’ma promise you this
With your hand up you need to man up, lil’ bitch
I’ma promise you this

[Outro]
Say man (I’ma promise you this)
Look I don’t even promise my wife or my kids nothin’
So what I look like promising you something nigga (I’ma promise you this)
Look here you need to get a get something

[Hook]
One thing I never do is promise motherfuckers shit but I’ma promise you this
With your hand up you need to man up, lil’ bitch
I’ma promise you this

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French Montana – Have Mercy (feat. Beanie Sigel, Jadakiss & Styles P)

[Intro]
(Illa on the beat)

[Hook: French Montana]
Woah, have mercy on me, uh
Have mercy on me Father
Cause I’ve been robbin’, I’ve been stealin’
I’ve been messed up, haah
For that big gold chain, slang cocaine
Don’t get gassed up, haah
There’s niggas gettin’ murdered, murder, murder
Show you shit you never heard of
Have mercy on me, oh

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Montana!
Oh la-la-la, I got it on
You could bread or let the bread break you
You can make choices or let choices make you
Came from a hole in hell with hella hoes
Shawty knees weak like Derrick Rose
Baby I’m the one like four quarter
Our Father, I was baptized in dirty water
Lost my right hand, I’m on a different time
Put 5 holes in your face, Olympic sign
Servin’ straight white, Gwen Stefan’
Talkin’-talkin’ bout, bad breaks, straight grind
I’m in Highland, shawty gone, alien
Came from the corner now homie rockin’ stadiums
Couple dollars what the homie kill for
Money order what a killer wish for
Squad have mercy, left the gun range, hopped in the Rover
Woke up, the nigga seen her with a chip on my shoulder

[Hook: French Montana]
Woah, have mercy on me, uh
Have mercy on me Father
Cause I’ve been robbin’, I’ve been stealin’
I’ve been messed up, haah
For that big gold chain, slang cocaine
Don’t get gassed up, haah
There’s niggas gettin’ murdered, murder, murder
Show you shit you never heard of
Have mercy on me, oh

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Yeah have mercy on me
Lord knows the devil’s been workin’ on me
My man got the guns but the work is on me
I’m startin’ to feel like a curse is on me
Hooked up the tubes with the nurses on me
Poke some Peru with the purse in Long Beach
Lotta shit that you ain’t gon’ see
As far as the money goes, you can bank on me
Clips is full, the Rolls-Royce tank on E
And alive is somethin’ that you ain’t gon’ be, yeah
You know what the cash’ll do (what?)
It’ll make your murder game international
Is it blasphemy if I blast for you?
This amazin’ what a gun and a mask’ll do
I’m becomin’ a beast
I’m the last of a breed that’s becomin’ deceased
Have mercy

[Hook: French Montana]
Woah, have mercy on me, uh
Have mercy on me Father
Cause I’ve been robbin’, I’ve been stealin’
I’ve been messed up, haah
For that big gold chain, slang cocaine
Don’t get gassed up, haah
There’s niggas gettin’ murdered, murder, murder
Show you shit you never heard of
Have mercy on me, oh

[Verse 3: Beanie Sigel]
This goes out to those choose to use disrespectful views
On the king of P-H-I-L-L-Y
Represent the 215
24/7, 365
211’s, 187’s, who want die?
6 millions way, which one you want try?
Rest in peace to B-I-double G-I
You want trouble? Put you to sleep like a double G hah
What’s beef? 20 akhi’s strapped like a jihad
See me, slippin’ in the streets, never be I
I creep, stay low, and never cease fire
I keep extra gats for extra cats
Yes it’s the Mac and I’m back to put the crip on rap
The most crazy, Sigel baby
Mac-10 and eagle crazy, renegade like Slim Shady
That Mossberg 12 gauge bang like M80
Cause damage, god damn it, you can’t stand it
Take heed from French Montana and don’t panic
I’m a boss in these streets like William and Rameek
That’s ball game, flow tight like denim from Balmain

[Verse 4: Styles P]
Have mercy on me, have mercy on them
Get ’em choked with they jeans, get ’em murked in they Benz
Give a fuck about these rappers, care less about they friends
I don’t think about they hoes, I don’t think about they ends
Let’s get a ghost rope, watch all them niggas hang
100 shot Tommy gun, every bullet bangs
Back to bein’ holiday, every day holy
You can talk about your Rollie, I can motherfuckin’ yap it off
Why don’t you go and get and a gun and try to clap it off
Who said they was the king? Wear your crown so I can smack it off
Nigga this is Beanie Sigel, French, Kiss, and Ghost
Fuck around and have you murdered, make you french kiss a ghost
Watch your approach or get stomped like a roach
I’m the ghetto president but ain’t never have a vote, never
Watch what you sayin’ if you care about your throat
I get every bone broke lil loc, what nigga?

[Hook: French Montana]
Woah, have mercy on me, uh
Have mercy on me Father
Cause I’ve been robbin’, I’ve been stealin’
I’ve been messed up, haah
For that big gold chain, slang cocaine
Don’t get gassed up, haah
There’s niggas gettin’ murdered, murder, murder
Show you shit you never heard of
Have mercy on me, oh

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Lyrics

French Montana – Have Mercy (feat. Beanie Sigel, Jadakiss & Styles P) (MC4 Album) letras

[Intro]
(Illa on the beat)
*Spanish*

[Hook: French Montana]
Woah, have mercy on me, uh
Woah, have mercy on me Father
Cause I’ve been robbin’
I’ve been stealin’
I’ve been messed up, haah
For that big gold chain
Slang cocaine
Don’t get gassed up, haah
There’s niggas gettin’ murdered
Murder, murder
Show you shit you never heard of
Have mercy on me, Montana
Oh la-la-la, I got it on

[Verse 1: French Montana]
You could bread or let the bread break you
You can make choices or let choice make you
Came from a hole in hell with hella hoes
Shawty knees weak like Derrick Rose
Baby I’m the one like (?)
Our Father, I was baptized in dirty water
Lost my right hand, I’m on a different time
Put 5 holes in your face, Olympic sign
Servin’ straight white, Gwen Stefan’
Talkin’-talkin’ bout, bad breaks, straight grind
I’m in Highland, shawty gone, alien
Came from the corner now homie rockin’ stadiums
Couple dollars what the homie kill for
Money order what a killer wish for
Squad have mercy
Left the gun range, hopped in the Rover
Woke up, the nigga seen her with a chip on my shoulder

[Hook: French Montana]
Woah, have mercy on me, uh
Woah, have mercy on me Father
Cause I’ve been robbin’
I’ve been stealin’
I’ve been messed up, haah
For that big gold chain
Slang cocaine
Don’t get gassed up, haah
There’s niggas gettin’ murdered
Murder, murder
Show you shit you never heard of
Have mercy on me, Montana
Oh la-la-la, I got it on

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
Yeah have mercy on me
Lord knows the devil’s been workin’ on me
My man got the guns but the work is on me
I’m startin’ to feel like a curse is on me
Hooked up the tubes with the nurses on me
Poke some Peru with the purse in Long Beach
Lotta shit that you ain’t gon’ see
As far as the money goes, you can bank on me
Clips is full, the Rolls-Royce tank on E
And alive is somethin’ that you ain’t gon’ be, yeah
You know what the cash’ll do (what?)
It’ll make your murder game international
Is it blasphemy if I blast for you?
This amazin’ what a gun and a mask’ll do
I’m becomin’ a beast
I’m the last of a breed that’s becomin’ deceased
Have mercy

[Hook: French Montana]
Woah, have mercy on me, uh
Woah, have mercy on me Father
Cause I’ve been robbin’
I’ve been stealin’
I’ve been messed up, haah
For that big gold chain
Slang cocaine
Don’t get gassed up, haah
There’s niggas gettin’ murdered
Murder, murder
Show you shit you never heard of
Have mercy on me, oh

[Verse 3: Beanie Sigel]
This goes out to those choose to use disrespectful views
On the king of PHILLY, represent the 215
24/7, 365, 211’s, 187’s, who want die?
6 million way, which one you want try?
Rest in peace to B-I-double G-I
You want trouble? Put you to sleep like a double G hah
What’s beef? 20 akhi’s strapped like a jihad
See me, slippin’ in the streets, never be I
I creep, stay low, and never cease fire
I keep extra gats for extra cats
Yes it’s the Mac and I’m back to put the crip on rap
The most crazy
Sigel baby
Mac-10 and eagle crazy
Renegade like Slim Shady
That Mossberg 12 gauge bang like M80, cause damage
God damn it, you can’t stand it
Take heed from French Montana and don’t panic
I’m a boss in these streets like William and Rameek
That’s ball game
Flow tight like denim from Balmain

[Verse 4: Styles P]
Have mercy on me, have mercy on them
Get ’em choked with they jeans, get ’em murked in they Benz
Give a fuck about these rappers, care less about they friends
I don’t think about they hoes, I don’t think about they ends
Let’s get a ghost rope, watch all them niggas hang
100 shot Tommy gun, every bullet bangs
Back to bein’ holiday, every day holy
You can talk about your Rollie, I can motherfuckin’ yap it off
Why don’t you go and get and a gun and try to clap it off
Who said they was the king? Wear your crown so I can smack it off
Nigga this is Beanie Sigel, French, Kiss, and Ghost
Fuck around and have you murdered, make you french kiss a ghost
Watch your approach or get stomped like a roach
I’m the ghetto president but ain’t never have a vote, never
Watch what you sayin’ if you care about your throat
I get every bone broke lil locc
What nigga?

[Hook: French Montana]
Woah, have mercy on me, uh
Woah, have mercy on me Father
Cause I’ve been robbin’
I’ve been stealin’
I’ve been messed up, haah
For that big gold chain
Slang cocaine
Don’t get gassed up, haah
There’s niggas gettin’ murdered
Murder, murder
Show you shit you never heard of
Have mercy on me, oh