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

Game]
Hit a
No 400 bars yet, I need that
I'm gas, your whole is ass, I mean that.
cocksucker, better believe that
I say it one time, the whole world scream back
G-U-N-O-T, now for Billboard, rest in peace
And since my nigga died, I been stress no
Contemplating in my Lexus jeep
I twice but I couldn't make my death complete
I guess you say Mya got the best of me
Came back from the to address the beef
my converse bitch and accept defeat
Cause I hate it bullies try to test the weak
when I go bishop and juice and start flexin heat
You could get it in the stomach like Raheem
Cause with a snitch is not quite my thing
I tried to take Buck with me, but he on the scene
all I can do now is pray for Supreme
While I finish my album, 5 million and countin
Anticipating, the world I did it without him
If Aftermath was a family that have a mother
I'd be Dre's newborn, you'd be the jealous brother
Yea, love us but in the meanwhile
You talkin his back and in his face 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 head boy, with the back of my
Yeap, your group fell flat without me
You mad, what you gonna do rap me?
Your is park garbage, hooks is mediocre
And your new shoes look Reebok pennyloafers
Try to walk in my a block
Hurricanes in stores the day after Christmas, nigga Reeboks
You a steroid addict, you Detox
Hopefully you make it out in to be on Detox
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 credit, forget it, I did it on my own
Gave you 300 bars, said I'm gone
But I'm back, this is rap and a fact is a
say once you turn snitch, you never go back
Heres a picture of Ja Rule, hold 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, Banks know that
He told me I was like a Big Daddy Kane
with 1 brick, built my own company
And don't spread news it unless it come 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, don't believe the
Hear that
And don't be alarmed, is not a diss
But my logo kinda got me pissed
And I got enough beef, now Lil' Eazy
He don't write his own raps, so I forgive him
I got love for ya pops and I will
So on behalf of Wright, my nigga you gotta chill
I'm the reason you new westcoast nigga's got a
While I was doin mixtapes, was watching College Hill
For real, you ain't got half my skill
I run this shit like OJ and for the bills
Trying so to be a gangsta, nigga you seethrough
like 50 on the cover of the GQ
Button up with the cut off sleeves
I got twin desert eagles, nigga on these
I got that CEO flow, yea my are sweet
Like Hova in Takeover, out Mobb Deep
Like Pac on Hit Em Up, chewin out 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 and thats how Imma leave you
Then find Havoc, make him walk through Queens nude
With Black Wallstreet on his back
Nigga's signed to G-unit, now they guns
But week it was: "My nigga Game, what up dun?"
See thats what the fuck I mean, you trust these rap niggas
And you wonder why I always say fuck these rap
So Imma it down for MC's and friends
If you don't hear your name, let the beef
got shit 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 reason I fuck with Kiss and D-Block
Place in the number 3 spot
And Snoop is my big brother, we both raised by the Doc.
Jeezy you hot, we both new to this
While I'm in the ATL, shout out to
Cause your Scarface show me that crime pays
Just Paul Wall got me "sittin sideways"
And I can't forget the homie Mike Jones
Who? Mike Jones, screw the fuckin song
I fuck with Slim Thug and my 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 bought 2
I'm in the drivers seat, don't tempt me
Turnin Spider Loc me, cause your scared to come get me
'cause know whats up, Bloods still got for em'
Come to the block, shake off the rub for em'
Ask for G-unit, its a rap
Ma$e it out alive, thank God for that
If Dipset don't get you, Jesse Jackson
And if all else fails, I'll see you in
Wear that G-unit when you come to L.A.
I have a nigga parkin cars, up like valet
He gonna turn back pastor when the gun in his
The real chain still in Chicago I'm takin the fake
You can call who you want, I ain't givin shit
Unless Olivia show the world she got a dick
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 smart
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
is a game of chess nigga...
Some King, Some
Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, Buck, Pastor 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 all motherfuckers
Yea, my documentaries be better your movies nigga, Hahaha
I drove by house nigga
Go buy the DVD, $16,99
At your record store, Blockbuster, Sam Goody, Warehouse
Shout out to the moms and pops, for helping me 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