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

Game]
Hit a
No 400 bars yet, I don't that
I'm gas, your click is ass, I mean that.
G-Unot cocksucker, better believe
I say it one time, watch the whole scream back
G-U-N-O-T, now thats for Billboard, rest in
And since my nigga died, I stress no sleep
Contemplating suicide in my jeep
I tried twice but I couldn't make my death
I guess you say Mya got the best of me
Came from the dead to address the beef
Kiss my converse bitch and 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 Raheem
running with a snitch is not quite my thing
I tried to take 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 world I did it 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 behind his back and in his you smile
You out the house, You a failure now
And lil' Game grew up to be a problem
I whip yo head boy, that's for Kanye
I whip yo head boy, the back of my tech
Yeap, your fuckin fell flat without me
You mad, what you do rap about me?
Your bars is garbage, hooks is mediocre
And your new look like Reebok pennyloafers
Try to walk in my shoes a
in stores the day after Christmas, nigga fuck Reeboks
You a steroid addict, you need
Hopefully you it out in time to be on Detox
Cause 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, is rap and a fact is a fact
They say once you turn snitch, you never go
Heres a picture of Ja Rule, motherfucker hold
What around comes 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, Lloyd Banks know
He told me I was a Big Daddy Kane throwback
with 1 brick, built my own company
And don't spread news about it unless it come me
Guess whos the boss, nigga my deep

But Glasses Malone is not to BlackWallstreet
don't, don't, don't, don't, don't believe the hype
Hear Mike?
And don't be alarmed, this is not a
But missusing my logo kinda got me
And I got enough beef, now Lil' Eazy
He don't write his own raps, so I forgive him
I got for ya pops and I always will
So on behalf of Wright, my nigga you gotta 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 got half my skill
I run shit like OJ and pass for the bills
so hard to be a gangsta, nigga you seethrough
Posing 50 on the cover of the GQ
Button up shirt with the cut off
I got twin desert eagles, nigga suck on
I got that CEO flow, yea my bars are
Like Hova in Takeover, out Mobb Deep
Pac on Hit Em Up, chewin out Mobb Deep
Don't one of you niggas got sickas, fuck talk is cheap
I see you, and I'm gonna see you
Imma strip you down asshole naked and thats how leave you
Then Imma find Havoc, him walk through Queens nude
With Wallstreet tattooed on his back
Nigga's signed to G-unit, now they bustin
But last week it "My nigga Game, what up dun?"
See thats what the fuck I mean, you 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 your name, let the beef begin
Ain't got shit Hov, I like the nigga style
Nas is my nigga, I bangin him for a while
I fuck with Fat Joe, he got the streets
And thats the reason I fuck with Kiss and D-Block
Place Eminem in the 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 uncle Scarface show me crime pays
Just like Paul got me "sittin sideways"
And I can't about the homie Mike Jones
Who? Jones, Skeet screw the fuckin song
I with Slim Thug and my nigga Bun B
do that without saying free pimp c
And thats the reason why 50 try to me
So I window shoppin and bought 2 Bentlys
I'm in the seat, motherfucker don't tempt me
Turnin Spider Loc against me, cause your 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
made it out alive, thank God for that
If Dipset don't get you, Jackson will
And if all fails, I'll see you in hell
Wear G-unit spinner when you come to L.A.
I have a parkin cars, dressed up like valet
He gonna turn back pastor the gun in his face
The real chain still in when I'm takin the fake
You can call who you want, I ain't givin back
Unless show the whole world she got a dick
Can't seem to save her life, but she a lot of shit
And I want my 10 G's cause caught a brick
I guess my G-Unot tattoo was a smart
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 gonna fall soon

Faggot ass
I guess I win
is a game 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, Stop Lying!, In Stores 6th
The DVD, Its a all motherfuckers
Yea, my documentaries be better than your movies nigga,
I drove by your house
Go buy the DVD, $16,99
At local 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,