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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 that
I'm gas, your click is ass, I mean that.
G-Unot cocksucker, better that
I say it one time, watch the whole scream back
G-U-N-O-T, now thats for Billboard, rest in
And my nigga died, I been stress no sleep
Contemplating suicide in my Lexus
I tried twice but I couldn't make my death
I guess you could say Mya got the of me
Came back from the dead to address the
Kiss my converse and accept defeat
Cause I hate it when bullies try to the weak
Thats when I go bishop and juice and flexin heat
You could get it in the just like Raheem
Cause running with a snitch is not quite my
I tried to take Buck me, but he stayed on the scene
Guess all I can do now is for Supreme
I finish my next album, 5 million and countin
Anticipating, tellin the world I did it him
If Aftermath was a that didn't have a mother
I'd be Dre's newborn, you'd be the jealous brother
Yea, love us but in the meanwhile
You talkin behind his back and in his you smile
You moved out the house, You a now
And lil' Game up to be a problem child
I whip yo head boy, for Kanye West
I whip yo head boy, with the of my tech
Yeap, your fuckin fell flat without me
You mad, what you gonna do rap me?
Your is park garbage, hooks is mediocre
And your new shoes look like pennyloafers
Try to walk in my a block
Hurricanes in stores the day Christmas, nigga fuck Reeboks
You a addict, you need Detox
Hopefully you it out in time to be on Detox
Cause BlackWallstreet expandin, yea I bought 3
My CL so smooth, it should of came with Rock
And lets not forget who me hot
It was Dr. Dre that me out the weed spot.
You want credit, it, I did it on my own
Gave you 300 bars, said I'm gone
But I'm back, is rap and a fact is a fact
They say once you snitch, you never go back
Heres a picture of Ja Rule, motherfucker that
What goes comes around, get used to the gold plaques
Homie got cheese, but he feed no rats
I show the world my dick if Banks go plat
I'm lyrically insane, Lloyd know that
He told me I was like a Big Daddy Kane
Started with 1 brick, built my own
And don't spread about it unless it come from me
Guess whos the boss, nigga my deep

But Glasses Malone is not signed to
Nigga don't, don't, don't, don't, don't believe the
that Mike?
And don't be alarmed, this is not a
But my logo kinda got me pissed
And I got enough beef, now Eazy dissin
He write his own raps, so I gotta forgive him
I got love for ya pops and I always
So on of Eric Wright, my nigga you gotta chill
I'm the you new westcoast nigga's got a deal
While I was doin mixtapes, they was College Hill
For real, you mothafucka's got half my skill
I run this shit OJ and pass for the bills
so hard to be a gangsta, nigga you seethrough
Posing like 50 on the of the GQ
Button up shirt with the cut off
I got twin eagles, nigga suck on these
I got that CEO flow, yea my are sweet
Like in Takeover, chewin out Mobb Deep
Like Pac on Hit Em Up, chewin out Deep
Don't one of you niggas got sickas, fuck your is cheap
I see you, and I'm gonna see you
Imma strip you down asshole naked and thats how Imma you
Then Imma find Havoc, make him walk through nude
With Black Wallstreet on his back
Nigga's to G-unit, now they bustin guns
But week it was: "My nigga 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 down for MC's and
If you don't your name, let the beef begin
Ain't got shit against Hov, I the nigga style
Nas is my nigga, I been bangin him for a
I with Fat Joe, he got the streets locked
And thats the reason I fuck with Kiss and D-Block
Place in the number 3 spot
And is like my big brother, we both raised by the Doc.
Jeezy you hot, we both new to this
While I'm in the ATL, out to Ludacris
Cause your uncle show me that crime pays
Just like Paul got me "sittin sideways"
And I can't about the homie Mike Jones
Mike Jones, Skeet screw the fuckin song
I fuck with Slim and my nigga Bun B
Can't do that saying free pimp c
And thats the why 50 try to pimp me
So I went window and bought 2 Bentlys
I'm in the drivers seat, don't tempt me
Turnin Spider Loc against me, your scared to come get me
'cause whats up, Bloods still got love for em'
Come to the block, I'll off the rub for em'
Ask for G-unit, its a rap
Ma$e made it out alive, God for that
If Dipset get you, Jesse Jackson will
And if all else fails, see you in hell
Wear that G-unit spinner when you to L.A.
I have a nigga cars, dressed up like valet
He gonna turn pastor when the gun in his face
The real chain still in Chicago when I'm takin the
You can call who you want, I ain't givin back
Olivia show the whole world she got a dick
Can't seem to save her life, but she talk a lot of
And I want my 10 G's cause Yayo a brick
I guess my tattoo 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...
Some King, Some
Banks, Tony Yayo, Young Buck, Pastor fuckin 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 all motherfuckers
Yea, my documentaries be better than your movies nigga,
I by your house nigga
Go buy the DVD, $16,99
At your record store, Blockbuster, Sam Goody, Warehouse
Shout out to the and pops, for helping 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