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Baby this is shit
my record sell imma show you my dick (reapets 7x)

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Hit a
No 400 bars yet, I don't need
I'm gas, your click is ass, I mean that.
G-Unot cocksucker, believe that
I say it one time, watch the whole world scream
G-U-N-O-T, now thats for Billboard, in peace
And my nigga died, I been stress no sleep
Contemplating in my Lexus jeep
I tried twice but I couldn't make my complete
I guess you say Mya got the best of me
Came back from the to address the beef
Kiss my bitch and accept defeat
Cause I hate it bullies try to test the weak
Thats when I go bishop and juice and start flexin
You could get it in the stomach just like
Cause running with a snitch is not quite my
I tried to take with me, but he stayed on the scene
Guess all I can do now is for Supreme
While I my next album, 5 million and countin
Anticipating, the world I did it without him
If Aftermath was a that didn't have a mother
I'd be Dre's newborn, you'd be the older brother
Yea, love us but in the meanwhile
You talkin behind his and in his face you smile
You out the house, You a failure now
And Game grew up to be a problem child
I whip yo head boy, that's for Kanye
I whip yo head boy, with the back of my
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 stores the day after Christmas, fuck Reeboks
You a steroid addict, you Detox
Hopefully you make it out in time to be on
BlackWallstreet expandin, yea I bought 3 blocks
My CL so smooth, it should of came Pete Rock
And not forget who made me hot
It was Dr. Dre took me out the weed spot.
You credit, forget it, I did it on my own
Gave you 300 bars, then said I'm
But I'm back, is rap and a fact is a fact
say once you turn snitch, you never go back
Heres a of Ja Rule, motherfucker hold that
goes around comes around, get used to the gold plaques
Homie got cheese, but he dont feed no
I the world my dick if Lloyd Banks go plat
I'm lyrically insane, Lloyd Banks that
He told me I was like a Big Daddy throwback
Started with 1 brick, my own company
And don't spread news about it unless it from me
whos the boss, nigga my squad deep

But Glasses Malone is not to BlackWallstreet
Nigga don't, don't, don't, don't, believe the hype
Hear that
And be alarmed, this is not a diss
But missusing my logo got me pissed
And I got beef, now Lil' Eazy dissin
He don't write his own raps, so I gotta him
I got love for ya and I always will
So on behalf of Eric Wright, my nigga you gotta
I'm the reason you new nigga's got a deal
While I was doin mixtapes, was watching College Hill
For real, you mothafucka's ain't got my skill
I run shit like OJ and pass for the bills
Trying so hard to be a gangsta, nigga you
Posing like 50 on the of the GQ
up shirt with the cut off sleeves
I got twin eagles, nigga suck on these
I got CEO flow, yea my bars are sweet
Like Hova in Takeover, chewin out Mobb
Pac on Hit Em Up, chewin out Mobb Deep
Don't one of you got sickas, fuck 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 walk through nude
With Black Wallstreet tattooed on his
Nigga's to G-unit, now they bustin guns
But last week it was: "My Game, what up dun?"
See thats what the fuck I mean, you can't these rap niggas
And you wonder why I always say these rap niggas
So Imma break it down for MC's and
If you don't your name, let the beef begin
got shit against Hov, I like the nigga style
Nas is my nigga, I been bangin him for a
I fuck Fat Joe, he got the streets locked
And thats the same reason I fuck with and D-Block
Place in the number 3 spot
And is like my big brother, we both raised by the Doc.
Young you hot, we both new to this
While I'm in the ATL, shout out to
Cause uncle Scarface show me that crime pays
Just Paul Wall got me "sittin sideways"
And I can't forget about the homie Mike
Who? Jones, Skeet screw the fuckin song
I fuck with Slim Thug and my Bun B
Can't do that saying free pimp c
And thats the reason why 50 try to me
So I went window shoppin and bought 2
I'm in the drivers seat, motherfucker tempt me
Turnin Spider Loc against me, cause scared to come get me
know 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 it out alive, thank 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 parkin cars, dressed up like valet
He gonna turn back pastor when the gun in his
The chain still in Chicago when I'm takin the fake
You can call who you want, I ain't back shit
Unless Olivia show the whole world she got a
seem to save her life, but she talk a lot of shit
And I want my 10 G's cause caught a brick
I guess my G-Unot tattoo was a 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 apart

Faggot ass
I guess I win
Life is a of chess nigga...
King, Some Queens
Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, Buck, Pastor fuckin 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 documentaries be better than movies nigga, Hahaha
I by your house nigga
Go buy the DVD, $16,99
At local 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