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Baby this is real
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 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,