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| Name | Newsense "Lord Have Mercy" |
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| Upload Date | This Video Uploaded At 18-12-2013 23:55:51 |
| Video Discription | @jerseynewsense "Lord Have Mercy" off "Treason" mixtape coming out February 2014. LYRICS BELOW!!! (EUROPE) You got the real and the fake, the fake and the real, lot of two face snakes full of hate in the field They wanna gimmie the boot, throw the jake on my heels, said i never had a shot now they taking a still Get the picture i'm breaking the seal, been straight you awaiting a deal You ain't gotta like or relate to Jabriel, politic if you want no debating the skill I kill everything I touch, I'm king, got green in between my dutch Cash rules everything around me, cream get the money, Alexander McQueen's n such You really think all these material things my crutch, you selling ya soul for shit that don't mean that much Ain't no other way to put it they write whack, don't want em nowhere near where the mic at You put em under pressure they might crack, you try to bully me i'm a fight back, yea I said it nigga its like that I got tracks like a nigga that like smack, your tiring bars remind me of bike racks But this where I even the odds, I don't show mercy I leave it God Without even looking I see through facades, you ain't coppin work you ain't squeezing no rods Lord have mercy, got a little money now the whores mad thirsty, lord have mercy, know they insecure so my boys might murk me Yea, but I'm leaving it there, they plotting on me hitting me with the stares, cause I run the show this the season premiere, but this ain't television I see through the glares (PARIS) They wanna murder me dead, catch a nigga slippin turn em burgundy red, and i prefer they were dead, before a nigga eating with a third of my bread I put the lead on ya head make u forget what he said, they never bled over bread I stay ahead of the feds I never fled from a nigga ima aim at his head, wit lead big enough to take a arm and leg I'm a nigga wit a attitude, and a gat, it don't matter where you at I'm rude, I lay em flat It's a fact I ain't getting sued, by a brat, that'll rat cause he wanna feud, I ain't in the mood Ridiculed for the ice that I rock, stock on the block if you plotting to plot, I be shocking doc they be chalking his locks, couldn't get this playing dice on the block Write like I'm pac but i'm not, niggas wanna take what ya got when u hot, for every single knot that you got you'll popped, they'll leave you in lot let ya rot for a shot Taught um bout a stack, now they wanna run up wit a mac, cause a nigga got a couple racks got the muzzle in my back I ain't even puzzled how they act, weed lit guzzling the yak yeah we coming where you at I had to take control, but niggas wanna act like they hate my soul Plus I'm way too old, I gotta make sure that my plate ain't cold I want my weight in gold, still I won't fold under weight I hold I know my fate I rose and I'm great I don't ever have to hate my foes (SAKI) I'm as human as the next, yea I made my share of blunders, didn't fall but I stumbled, through it all stayed humble never crumbled All I ask for is loyalty, nothing more than that, but they take me for granted wont be long till I snap Lose my cap, fade to black and expose my twin, she been waiting for a while to explode within They tell me to let it go so my soul could mend, that's what the doc said but instead I hold in Tell me how do I respond to the jokes, when she only 45 and ya mom having strokes, Is it time is it close, gimme signs gimme hope, ease my mind let me know, so I can try and let it go I could move on but I know the fam would need, me to be strong for my sibs could grieve It don't help that she all they got, cuz they dad just passed on Christmas eve (sheesh) Got damn! If it ain't one thing I'll tell ya, what's the point of having cancer and survive, be alive but surprise you gon die from heart failure Make sense outta that cuz I tried and I can't, its driving me crazy, surprised that I ain't, surprised that i'm sane, surprised I aint spazz on that last muhfucker that cursed my name (have mercy on me) Cuz if one more thing happen then I just might lose it, I never prayed for strength nor patience, so why you making me always have to use it Got me stressing out all over music, I never understood why u had to choose me, u always said that I'm destined for greatness, well pretty soon man you gon have to prove it, show me something |
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