Baby this is real my record sell imma show you my dick (reapets 7x)
[The Hit a No 400 bars yet, I don't need I'm gas, your whole click is ass, I that. G-Unot cocksucker, better that I say it one time, watch the whole world scream G-U-N-O-T, now for Billboard, rest in peace And since my nigga died, I stress no sleep Contemplating suicide in my jeep I tried but I couldn't make my death complete I you could say Mya got the best of me Came back the dead to address the beef Kiss my bitch and accept defeat I hate it when 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 my thing I to take Buck with me, but he stayed on the scene all I can do now is pray for Supreme While I finish my next album, 5 million and Anticipating, tellin the I did it without him If Aftermath was a that didn't have a mother I'd be newborn, you'd 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 up to be a problem child I whip yo head boy, for Kanye West I whip yo head boy, the back of my tech Yeap, your fuckin group flat without me You mad, what you gonna do rap me? Your bars is park garbage, is mediocre And your new shoes look like pennyloafers Try to walk in my a block Hurricanes in stores the day after Christmas, nigga fuck You a addict, you need Detox Hopefully you make it out in to be on Detox Cause BlackWallstreet expandin, yea I 3 blocks My CL so smooth, it should of came with Rock And not forget who made 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, then I'm gone But I'm back, this is rap and a is a fact They say once you snitch, you never go back Heres a picture of Ja Rule, motherfucker hold What goes around around, get used to the gold plaques got cheese, but he dont feed no rats I show the world my if Lloyd Banks go plat I'm lyrically insane, Lloyd know that He me I was like a Big Daddy Kane throwback Started with 1 brick, built my own And don't spread news about it unless it from me Guess whos the boss, my squad deep
But Glasses Malone is not to BlackWallstreet Nigga don't, don't, don't, don't, believe the hype Hear Mike? And don't be alarmed, is not a diss But missusing my kinda got me pissed And I got beef, now Lil' Eazy dissin He don't his own raps, so I gotta forgive him I got love for ya pops and I will So on behalf of Eric Wright, my you gotta chill I'm the reason you new nigga's got a deal While I was mixtapes, they was watching College Hill For real, you ain't got half my skill I run this like OJ and pass for the bills Trying so hard to be a gangsta, nigga you like 50 on the cover of the GQ Button up shirt the cut off sleeves I got twin eagles, nigga suck on these I got CEO flow, yea my bars are sweet Hova 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 talk is I see you, and I'm gonna see you Imma strip you asshole naked and thats how Imma leave you Then find Havoc, make him walk through Queens nude With Black Wallstreet tattooed on his Nigga's signed to G-unit, now they bustin But last week it was: "My Game, what up dun?" See thats what the fuck I mean, you can't trust rap niggas And you wonder why I say fuck these rap niggas So Imma break it down for MC's and If you don't hear your name, let the begin Ain't got 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 Snoop is like my big brother, we raised by the Doc. Jeezy you hot, we both new to this While I'm in the ATL, out to Ludacris Cause your Scarface show me that crime pays Just Paul Wall got me "sittin sideways" And I can't forget about the homie Jones Who? Mike Jones, Skeet screw the fuckin I fuck with Slim and my nigga Bun B Can't do that without free pimp c And the reason why 50 try to pimp me So I went window shoppin and 2 Bentlys I'm in the drivers seat, motherfucker tempt me Turnin Spider Loc me, cause your 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$e made it out alive, thank God for If Dipset don't get you, Jesse Jackson And if all else fails, see you in hell that G-unit spinner when you come to L.A. I a nigga parkin cars, dressed up like valet He gonna back pastor when the gun in his face The real still in Chicago when I'm takin the fake You can call who you want, I ain't givin shit Unless show the whole world she got a dick Can't to save her life, but she talk a lot of shit And I my 10 G's cause Yayo caught a brick I guess my G-Unot tattoo was a smart Cause in the end you a 100 Mil. to a cartoon 3 years after you got tatted by The beef is over, is gonna fall apart soon
Faggot ass I guess I win Life is a of chess nigga... Some King, Some Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, Young Buck, fuckin Ma$e You is pawns 50, or Boo Boo, or Curtis, or Little, Hahaha Stop Snitchin, Lying!, In Stores December 6th The DVD, Its a tell all Yea, my documentaries be better your movies nigga, Hahaha I drove by your nigga Go buy the DVD, $16,99 At your local record store, Blockbuster, Sam Goody, 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 It's me, The G-A-M-E,