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Baby this is real
my record slow imma show you my dick (reapets 7x)

Game]
Hit a
No 400 yet, I don't need that
I'm gas, your whole click is ass, I that.
G-Unot cocksucker, better believe
I say it one time, the whole world scream back
G-U-N-O-T, now thats for Billboard, rest in
And my nigga died, I been stress no sleep
suicide in my Lexus jeep
I tried but I couldn't make my death complete
I guess you could say Mya got the of me
Came back from the 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 and start flexin heat
You could get it in the stomach just Raheem
Cause running with a snitch is not quite my
I tried to take Buck with me, but he stayed on the
all I can do now is pray for Supreme
While I finish my next album, 5 million and
Anticipating, the world I did it without him
If was a family that didn't have a mother
I'd be Dre's newborn, be the jealous older brother
Yea, daddy love us but in the
You talkin behind his back and in his you smile
You out the house, You a failure now
And Game grew up to be a problem child
I yo head boy, that's for Kanye West
I whip yo head boy, with the back of my
Yeap, your fuckin group flat without me
You mad, you gonna do rap about me?
Your is park garbage, hooks is mediocre
And new shoes look like Reebok pennyloafers
Try to walk in my shoes a
Hurricanes in stores the day after Christmas, nigga fuck
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 with Pete Rock
And not forget who made me hot
It was Dr. Dre that took me out the spot.
You want credit, it, I did it on my own
Gave you 300 bars, then said I'm
But I'm back, this is rap and a fact is a
They say once you turn snitch, you go back
Heres a of Ja Rule, motherfucker hold that
What goes around around, get used to the gold plaques
Homie got cheese, but he dont feed no
I show the world my dick if Banks go plat
I'm lyrically insane, Banks know that
He me I was like a Big Daddy Kane throwback
Started with 1 brick, my own company
And spread news about it unless it come from me
Guess the boss, nigga my squad deep

But Malone is not signed to BlackWallstreet
Nigga don't, don't, don't, don't, believe the hype
Hear Mike?
And be alarmed, this is not a diss
But missusing my kinda got me pissed
And I got enough beef, now Lil' Eazy
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 you new westcoast nigga's got a deal
I was doin mixtapes, they was watching College Hill
For real, you mothafucka's ain't got my skill
I run this shit like OJ and pass for the
Trying so to be a gangsta, nigga you seethrough
Posing like 50 on the of the GQ
up shirt with the cut off sleeves
I got twin desert eagles, nigga suck on
I got that CEO flow, yea my bars are
Like in Takeover, chewin out Mobb Deep
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 asshole naked and thats how Imma leave you
Imma find Havoc, make him walk through Queens nude
With Black Wallstreet on his back
signed to G-unit, now they bustin 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 down for and friends
If you don't hear name, let the beef begin
Ain't got against Hov, I like the nigga style
Nas is my nigga, I bangin him for a while
I fuck Fat Joe, he got the streets locked
And thats the same reason I fuck with Kiss and
Eminem in the number 3 spot
And Snoop is my big brother, we both raised by the Doc.
Young Jeezy you hot, we new to this
While I'm in the ATL, out to Ludacris
Cause your uncle show me that crime pays
Just like Wall got me "sittin sideways"
And I can't about the homie Mike Jones
Who? Mike Jones, Skeet screw the song
I fuck with Thug and my nigga Bun B
do that without saying free pimp c
And thats the reason why 50 try to me
So I went shoppin and bought 2 Bentlys
I'm in the drivers seat, motherfucker don't me
Turnin Spider Loc against me, cause your scared to 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
Ma$e made it out alive, thank God for
If Dipset don't get you, Jackson will
And if all fails, I'll see you in hell
Wear that 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 I'm takin the fake
You can who you want, I ain't givin back shit
Unless Olivia show the world she got a dick
seem 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 after you got tatted by cartoon
The beef is over, G-Unit is gonna fall soon

Faggot ass
I guess I win
is a game of chess nigga...
Some King, Queens
Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, Young Buck, Pastor Ma$e
You niggas is
50, or Boo Boo, or Curtis, or Little, Hahaha
Stop Snitchin, Stop Lying!, In Stores 6th
The DVD, Its a all motherfuckers
Yea, my be better than your movies nigga, Hahaha
I drove by your house
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