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Baby is real shit
my record sell slow imma show you my (reapets 7x)

Game]
Hit a
No 400 yet, I don't need that
I'm gas, whole click 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, in peace
And since my nigga died, I been no sleep
Contemplating suicide in my Lexus
I tried but I couldn't make my death complete
I guess you say Mya got the best of me
Came back the dead to address the beef
Kiss my bitch and accept defeat
Cause I hate it bullies try to test the weak
when I go bishop and juice and start flexin heat
You could get it in the stomach just Raheem
Cause with a snitch is not quite my thing
I tried to take Buck me, but he stayed on the scene
all I can do now is pray for Supreme
While I finish my next album, 5 and countin
Anticipating, tellin the world I did it him
If Aftermath was a family didn't have a mother
I'd be Dre's newborn, be the jealous older brother
Yea, love us but in the meanwhile
You talkin behind his back and in his face you
You out the house, You a failure now
And lil' Game grew up to be a problem
I whip yo boy, that's for Kanye West
I whip yo head boy, the back of my tech
Yeap, your fuckin group flat without me
You mad, what you do rap about me?
Your is park garbage, hooks is mediocre
And your new shoes like Reebok pennyloafers
Try to in my shoes a block
Hurricanes in stores the day after Christmas, fuck Reeboks
You a steroid addict, you Detox
Hopefully you make it out in time to be on
Cause BlackWallstreet expandin, yea I 3 blocks
My CL so smooth, it should of came with Rock
And lets not forget who me hot
It was Dr. Dre took me out the weed spot.
You want credit, it, I did it on my own
Gave you 300 bars, then I'm gone
But I'm back, is rap and a fact is a fact
They say you turn snitch, you never go back
a picture of Ja Rule, motherfucker hold that
What goes around around, get used to the gold plaques
Homie got cheese, but he dont no rats
I show the world my dick if Lloyd Banks go
I'm lyrically insane, Lloyd Banks know
He told me I was like a Big Daddy Kane
Started with 1 brick, my own company
And spread news about it unless it come from me
Guess whos the boss, my squad deep

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, this is not a
But missusing my logo kinda got me
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 of Eric Wright, my nigga you gotta chill
I'm the reason you new westcoast nigga's got a
While I was doin mixtapes, was watching College Hill
For real, you ain't got half my skill
I run this shit OJ and pass for the bills
Trying so hard to be a gangsta, you seethrough
Posing like 50 on the of the GQ
Button up shirt with the cut off
I got twin desert eagles, nigga on these
I got that CEO flow, yea my bars are
Like Hova in Takeover, out Mobb Deep
Like Pac on Hit Em Up, chewin out Mobb
Don't one of you niggas got sickas, your talk is cheap
I see you, and I'm gonna see you
Imma strip you down asshole naked and how Imma leave you
Then Imma Havoc, make him walk through Queens nude
Black Wallstreet tattooed on his back
Nigga's signed to G-unit, now they guns
But last week it was: "My Game, what up dun?"
See what the fuck I mean, you can't trust these rap niggas
And you why I always say fuck these rap niggas
So Imma break it for MC's and friends
If you don't hear your name, let the begin
Ain't got shit against Hov, I the nigga style
Nas is my nigga, I been him for a while
I fuck with Fat Joe, he got the locked
And thats the reason I fuck with Kiss and D-Block
Eminem in the number 3 spot
And Snoop is like my big brother, we both by the Doc.
Jeezy you hot, we both new to this
While I'm in the ATL, out to Ludacris
Cause uncle Scarface show me that crime pays
Just like Wall got me "sittin sideways"
And I can't forget about the homie Jones
Mike Jones, Skeet screw the fuckin song
I fuck with Slim and my nigga Bun B
do that without saying free pimp c
And the reason why 50 try to pimp me
So I went window and bought 2 Bentlys
I'm in the seat, motherfucker don't tempt me
Turnin Spider Loc me, cause your scared to come get me
'cause know whats up, Bloods got love for em'
Come to the block, I'll off the rub for em'
Ask for G-unit, its a rap
made it out alive, thank God for that
If Dipset don't get you, Jesse Jackson
And if all else fails, I'll see you in
Wear G-unit spinner when you come to L.A.
I have a nigga cars, dressed up like valet
He turn back pastor when the gun in his face
The real chain still in Chicago when I'm the fake
You can call who you want, I ain't back shit
Unless Olivia show the whole world she got a
Can't seem to save her life, but she a lot of shit
And I want my 10 G's cause Yayo a brick
I guess my G-Unot was a smart move
Cause in the end you a 100 Mil. to a cartoon
3 years you got tatted by cartoon
The beef is over, is gonna fall apart soon

Faggot ass
I guess I win
Life is a game of nigga...
King, Some Queens
Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, Young Buck, Pastor Ma$e
You is pawns
50, or Boo Boo, or Curtis, or Little, Hahaha
Stop Snitchin, Stop Lying!, In December 6th
The DVD, Its a all motherfuckers
Yea, my be better than 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 me slay 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