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Baby is real shit
my record sell slow imma you my dick (reapets 7x)

Game]
Hit a
No 400 bars yet, I don't need
I'm gas, your whole is ass, I mean that.
G-Unot cocksucker, better believe
I say it one time, watch the whole world scream
G-U-N-O-T, now thats for Billboard, in peace
And since my nigga died, I been no sleep
Contemplating suicide in my jeep
I tried twice but I couldn't make my complete
I you could say Mya got the best of me
Came back from the dead to address the
Kiss my bitch and accept defeat
Cause I hate it bullies try to test the weak
Thats when I go bishop and juice and flexin heat
You could get it in the stomach just Raheem
running with a snitch is not quite my thing
I tried to Buck with me, but he stayed on the scene
Guess all I can do now is pray for
While I finish my next album, 5 and countin
Anticipating, tellin the world I did it him
If was a family that didn't have a mother
I'd be Dre's newborn, be the jealous older 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 grew up to be a child
I whip yo head boy, that's for Kanye
I whip yo boy, with the back of my tech
Yeap, your fuckin group fell without me
You mad, what you do rap about me?
bars 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 after Christmas, nigga fuck
You a steroid addict, you need
you make it out in time to be on Detox
Cause BlackWallstreet expandin, yea I bought 3
My CL so smooth, it should of with Pete 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
you 300 bars, then said I'm gone
But I'm back, is rap and a fact is a fact
They say you turn snitch, you never go back
Heres a picture of Ja Rule, motherfucker that
What around comes around, get used to the gold plaques
Homie got cheese, but he dont no rats
I the world my dick if Lloyd Banks go plat
I'm lyrically insane, Lloyd know that
He told me I was like a Big Kane throwback
Started 1 brick, built my own company
And don't spread news it unless it come from me
Guess whos the boss, nigga my squad

But Glasses is not signed to BlackWallstreet
Nigga don't, don't, don't, don't, don't believe the
that Mike?
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 his own raps, so I gotta forgive him
I got love for ya pops and I always
So on behalf of Eric Wright, my you gotta chill
I'm the reason you new westcoast got a deal
While I was doin mixtapes, they was College Hill
For real, you ain't got half my skill
I run this like OJ and pass for the bills
so hard 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, suck on these
I got CEO flow, yea my bars are sweet
Like Hova in Takeover, chewin out Deep
Pac on Hit Em Up, chewin out Mobb Deep
Don't one of you niggas got sickas, your talk is cheap
I see you, and I'm gonna see you
Imma strip you down asshole naked and how Imma leave you
Then Imma Havoc, make him walk through Queens nude
With Wallstreet tattooed on his back
signed to G-unit, now they bustin guns
But last week it "My nigga Game, what up dun?"
See what the fuck I mean, you can't trust these rap niggas
And you wonder why I always say fuck rap niggas
So Imma break it down for and friends
If you don't your name, let the beef begin
Ain't got against Hov, I like the nigga style
Nas is my nigga, I been bangin him for a
I fuck with Fat Joe, he got the locked
And thats the same reason I with Kiss and D-Block
Place Eminem in the number 3
And Snoop is like my big brother, we raised by the Doc.
Young Jeezy you hot, we new to this
While I'm in the ATL, shout out to
Cause uncle Scarface show me that crime pays
Just like Paul got me "sittin sideways"
And I forget about the homie Mike Jones
Who? Mike Jones, Skeet screw the fuckin
I fuck with Thug and my nigga Bun B
Can't do that saying free pimp c
And the reason why 50 try to pimp me
So I window shoppin and bought 2 Bentlys
I'm in the drivers seat, motherfucker tempt me
Turnin Spider Loc me, cause your scared to come get me
'cause know whats up, 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 don't get you, Jesse 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 parkin cars, 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 givin back shit
Unless Olivia 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 move
Cause in the end you lost a 100 Mil. to a
3 years after you got tatted by
The beef is over, G-Unit is fall apart soon

Faggot ass
I guess I win
Life is a game of nigga...
Some King, Queens
Banks, Tony Yayo, Young Buck, Pastor fuckin Ma$e
You is pawns
50, or Boo Boo, or Curtis, or Chicken Little,
Stop Snitchin, Stop Lying!, In December 6th
The DVD, Its a tell all
Yea, my documentaries be better than your nigga, Hahaha
I drove by your nigga
Go buy the DVD, $16,99
At your local 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