Превод: Закон Брзи. Милост, милосрђе.
to believe Mercy, Mercy You've got to have pity on me Have mercy on me Mercy, Mercy You've got to have pity on me Have mercy on me Mercy, Mercy
Bob ] Life ain't nothin but a piece of existence Cause when you die, you'se a past tense So I like to live my life like a big carnival Get drunk, act
back on time, or you betta drop a dime, or get fucked up, and yo' people won't find it all funny, well then if you cut and you act, then you dead wrong
Bizzy-(Talking)It's East 1999 time. Bizzy-(Rapping)I promise that I'll hunt you bastards, zip 'em in casket, here to get drastic, fast in a hurry. Is
on time And you better drop a dime or get fucked up And your people won't find it all funny Well, then if you caught in the act, and you dead wrong Ever
)(hell yea) Chours Talkin noise wit all my home boyz, Fiddin to go bak 2 school, wit a mouth fulla beer and a nose fulla weed, you kno im fiddin to act
up Say no mercy, finna fuck Hurry up, jump inside lookin at the diamonds shinin Hi as hell down 85, wit her head between my thighs 2G drop top, fast
barely alive? Now I'm held hostage in my head with every word you said God, all those lessons in my past I spit them out so fast I see myself With you I act
G-unit nigga what, get shot the fuck up Go 'head try ya luck, get shot the fuck up Keep thinkin its a game, get shot the fuck up Nigga go 'head act tough
and you don't send flowers Goddamn sherrif can't wait to tariff A chunk of a nigga ass, but watch a nigga blast And get away nigga fast You ain't gonna
don't know, they must be buggin' But I like the controversy, it makes me blood-thirsty And one day I'll make them all beg for mercy So, remember that if you wanna act
game It's like life's a loom and the threads are the days And only God decides when to cut Even though the job's unfinished we're all by his mercy You
I don't know what's wrong with these children today Nothin' that a good ass kickin' wouldn't help Lord, have mercy, the Devil he cursed me I heard you
the most Our figgas unleash like ropes, around throats Better feel the attack, cause we cloak in the image of smoke Leaving motherfuckers broke like a king of jokes, mercy
was bland compared to the sharp tang of rage which sat bitter upon their noble tongues... [Baalthus Vane:] By all the gods of war! Stand fast, hounds
and barely alive? Now I'm held hostage in my head with every word you said God all those lessons in my past I spit them out so fast I See myself With you I act
[Bizzy] I promise that I'll hunt you bastards Zip 'em in casket, here to get drastic, fast in a hurry Is you ready for me magic? Let 'em blast, and nigga
