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Baby this is real
my record slow imma show you my dick (reapets 7x)

Game]
Hit a
No 400 bars yet, I don't need
I'm gas, your whole is ass, I mean that.
cocksucker, better believe that
I say it one time, watch the world scream back
G-U-N-O-T, now thats for Billboard, rest in
And since my died, I been stress no sleep
suicide in my Lexus jeep
I tried but I couldn't make my death complete
I guess you could say Mya got the of me
Came from the dead to address the beef
Kiss my converse bitch and accept
Cause I hate it when bullies try to the weak
Thats when I go bishop and and start flexin heat
You could get it in the stomach just like
Cause with a snitch is not quite my thing
I tried to take Buck with me, but he stayed on the
all I can do now is pray for Supreme
While I finish my next album, 5 million and
Anticipating, the world I did it without him
If Aftermath was a family that have a mother
I'd be newborn, you'd be the jealous older brother
Yea, love us but in the meanwhile
You behind his back and in his face you smile
You out the house, You a failure now
And lil' Game grew up to be a problem
I whip yo head boy, that's for West
I whip yo boy, with the back of my tech
Yeap, your fuckin group flat without me
You mad, what you do rap about me?
Your bars is park garbage, is mediocre
And your new shoes look like Reebok
Try to walk in my shoes a
Hurricanes in the day after Christmas, nigga fuck Reeboks
You a steroid addict, you Detox
Hopefully you make it out in to be on Detox
Cause BlackWallstreet expandin, yea I 3 blocks
My CL so smooth, it of came with Pete Rock
And not forget who made me hot
It was Dr. Dre took me out the weed spot.
You want credit, it, I did it on my own
you 300 bars, then said I'm gone
But I'm back, this is rap and a fact is a
They say you turn snitch, you never go back
a picture of Ja Rule, motherfucker hold that
What goes around comes around, get used to the plaques
got cheese, but he dont feed no rats
I the world my dick if Lloyd Banks go plat
I'm insane, Lloyd Banks know that
He told me I was like a Big Daddy throwback
with 1 brick, built my own company
And don't news about it unless it come from me
Guess whos the boss, nigga my squad

But Malone is not signed to BlackWallstreet
Nigga don't, don't, don't, don't, believe the hype
that Mike?
And don't be alarmed, is not a diss
But missusing my kinda got me pissed
And I got enough beef, now Eazy dissin
He don't write his own raps, so I gotta him
I got for ya pops and I always will
So on behalf of Eric Wright, my nigga you gotta
I'm the you new westcoast nigga's got a deal
While I was doin mixtapes, they was College Hill
For real, you ain't got half my skill
I run this like OJ and pass for the bills
so hard to be a gangsta, nigga you seethrough
Posing like 50 on the of the GQ
up shirt with the cut off sleeves
I got twin desert eagles, suck on these
I got CEO flow, yea my bars are sweet
Like Hova in Takeover, out Mobb Deep
Pac on Hit Em Up, chewin out Mobb Deep
Don't one of you niggas got sickas, your talk is cheap
When I see you, and I'm see you
Imma strip you down asshole naked and thats how Imma you
Then Imma find Havoc, make him through Queens nude
Black Wallstreet tattooed on his back
Nigga's signed to G-unit, now they bustin
But last week it "My nigga Game, what up dun?"
See thats what the fuck I mean, you can't trust these rap
And you wonder why I always say fuck rap niggas
So break it down for MC's and friends
If you don't your name, let the beef begin
Ain't got shit Hov, I like the nigga style
Nas is my nigga, I bangin him for a while
I fuck with Fat Joe, he got the locked
And the same reason I fuck with Kiss and D-Block
Eminem in the number 3 spot
And is like my big brother, we both raised by the Doc.
Young Jeezy you hot, we new to this
While I'm in the ATL, shout out to
Cause uncle Scarface show me that crime pays
Just like Wall got me "sittin sideways"
And I can't forget about the homie Jones
Who? Mike Jones, Skeet screw the fuckin
I fuck Slim Thug and my nigga Bun B
Can't do without saying free pimp c
And thats the reason why 50 try to me
So I went window shoppin and 2 Bentlys
I'm in the drivers seat, motherfucker don't me
Turnin Spider Loc me, cause your scared to come get me
'cause know whats up, Bloods still got for em'
Come to the block, shake off the rub for em'
Ask for G-unit, its a rap
Ma$e made it out alive, thank God for
If Dipset don't get you, Jackson will
And if all else fails, see you in hell
Wear that G-unit spinner you come to L.A.
I have a nigga parkin cars, up like valet
He gonna turn back when the gun in his face
The real chain still in when I'm takin the fake
You can call who you want, I ain't back shit
Unless show the whole world she got a dick
seem to save her life, but she talk a lot of shit
And I want my 10 G's cause caught a brick
I my G-Unot tattoo was a smart move
in the end you lost a 100 Mil. to a cartoon
3 years after you got tatted by
The beef is over, G-Unit is gonna fall soon

Faggot ass
I guess I win
Life is a game of nigga...
Some King, Some
Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, Young Buck, Pastor Ma$e
You niggas is
50, or Boo Boo, or Curtis, or Chicken Little,
Stop Snitchin, Lying!, In Stores December 6th
The DVD, Its a tell all
Yea, my documentaries be better your movies nigga, Hahaha
I by your house nigga
Go buy the DVD, $16,99
At your record store, Blockbuster, Sam Goody, Warehouse
Shout out to the moms and pops, for helping me dem faggots.
G-gu-g-g-gu, G-gu-g-g-gu, G-gu-g-g-gu, G-UNOT!
Pop off nigga, Hahahaha, Pop off
me, The G-A-M-E, gone