Lyrics Young M.A – No Mercy (intro)

Oh this what we doin?

Took the cold out my heart went and put it on a watch
Middle finger hangin out the Benz, feel like Pac
Spittin on your cameras, bandana with the knot

I don’t feel her like she feel me, but I’m feelin on her
She thought the sky was fallin when I dropped the ceiling on em
Then she went and dropped her panties
Fuck your heart, I want a Grammy
Don’t take Molly, don’t take Xannies
But there’s weed inside the pantry
I get high, to get by
She go low ’cause she my hoe
Shout-out Reem, that’s the bro
Shout-out to my muthafuckin woes
We ain’t never home, we on the road
Ain’t no letting up ain’t catching up, we on a roll
Pull up in a skrrt skrrt, hop out then I brrrp brrrp
Cameras out, hold up, let me pose
Pretty muthafucker put me on the front of Vogue
Niggas try to be tha bro, but they don’t know the code
I put Her in History and sold around the globe
This about to be the greatest story never told, nigga

Huh? If you aint know, then now you know, nigga

Took the cold out my heart, went and put it on a watch
Middle finger hangin out the Benz, feel like Pac
Spittin on your cameras, bandana with the knot
Competition lookin for me, I was waitin at the top
But ain’t no competition, ain’t no one in my position
Didn’t mean to flex on niggas, wasn’t my decision
God told me do it, so I did it on ’em
And hoes gon be hoes, I ain’t trippin on ’em
I don’t feel her like she feel me, but I’m feelin on her
She thought the sky was fallin when I dropped the ceiling on ’em
Niggas dyin to be me, so I’m livin on ’em
Since they want to pay attention, I’ma bill it on ’em
Let’s get it