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

Game]
Hit a
No 400 bars yet, I need that
I'm gas, your whole is ass, I mean that.
G-Unot cocksucker, 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 stress no sleep
Contemplating in my Lexus 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 to address the beef
Kiss my converse bitch and defeat
Cause I hate it when try to test the weak
Thats I go bishop and juice and start flexin heat
You could get it in the stomach just like
Cause running with a is not quite my thing
I tried to Buck with me, but he stayed on the scene
Guess all I can do now is for Supreme
While I my next album, 5 million and countin
Anticipating, the world I did it without him
If Aftermath was a family that didn't a mother
I'd be Dre's newborn, be the jealous older brother
Yea, daddy love us but in the
You talkin his back and in his face you smile
You moved out the house, You a now
And lil' grew up to be a problem child
I yo head boy, that's for Kanye West
I whip yo head boy, with the of my tech
Yeap, your fuckin fell flat without me
You mad, you gonna do rap about me?
Your is park garbage, hooks is mediocre
And your new shoes like Reebok pennyloafers
Try to walk in my a block
in stores the day after Christmas, nigga fuck Reeboks
You a steroid addict, you need
Hopefully you make it out in time to be on
BlackWallstreet expandin, yea I bought 3 blocks
My CL so smooth, it of came with Pete Rock
And lets not forget who me hot
It was Dr. Dre took me out the weed 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 is a fact
They say once you turn snitch, you never go
Heres a picture of Ja Rule, motherfucker that
What goes around comes around, get used to the gold
Homie got cheese, but he dont feed no
I show the world my if Lloyd Banks go plat
I'm lyrically insane, Lloyd know that
He told me I was like a Big Daddy throwback
Started with 1 brick, built my own
And don't spread news about it unless it 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, don't the hype
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' 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 nigga you chill
I'm the reason you new nigga's got a deal
While I was doin mixtapes, they was watching College
For real, you mothafucka's ain't got my skill
I run this shit like OJ and for the bills
so hard to be a gangsta, nigga you seethrough
Posing 50 on the cover of the GQ
Button up shirt the cut off sleeves
I got twin desert eagles, nigga suck on
I got CEO flow, yea my bars are sweet
Like Hova in Takeover, chewin out Mobb
Like Pac on Hit Em Up, chewin out Deep
Don't one of you niggas got sickas, fuck your is cheap
I see you, and I'm gonna see you
Imma you down asshole naked and thats how Imma leave you
Then Imma find Havoc, make him walk Queens nude
Black Wallstreet tattooed on his back
Nigga's signed to G-unit, now bustin guns
But last week it was: "My nigga Game, up dun?"
See thats the fuck I mean, you can't trust these rap niggas
And you wonder why I always say fuck these rap
So Imma break it down for and friends
If you don't hear your name, let the beef
Ain't got shit against Hov, I the nigga style
Nas is my nigga, I been him for a while
I fuck Fat Joe, he got the streets locked
And thats the reason I fuck with Kiss and D-Block
Eminem in the number 3 spot
And is like my big brother, we both raised by the Doc.
Young you hot, we both new to this
While I'm in the ATL, out to Ludacris
Cause your uncle Scarface show me that 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 Slim Thug and my nigga Bun B
Can't do that without saying free c
And thats the why 50 try to pimp me
So I window shoppin and bought 2 Bentlys
I'm in the drivers seat, don't tempt me
Spider Loc against me, cause your scared to come get me
'cause know whats up, Bloods got love for em'
Come to the block, shake 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 else fails, I'll see you in
Wear that spinner when you come to L.A.
I have a parkin cars, dressed up like valet
He gonna back pastor when the gun in his face
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
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 was a smart move
in the end you lost a 100 Mil. to a cartoon
3 years you got tatted by cartoon
The beef is over, G-Unit is fall apart soon

Faggot ass
I I win nigga
Life is a of chess nigga...
King, Some Queens
Lloyd Banks, Yayo, Young Buck, Pastor fuckin Ma$e
You niggas is
50, or Boo Boo, or Curtis, or Little, Hahaha
Stop Snitchin, Stop Lying!, In December 6th
The DVD, Its a all motherfuckers
Yea, my documentaries be better than your 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 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
It's me, The G-A-M-E,