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Baby this is 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 click 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 suicide in my Lexus
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
Kiss my bitch and accept defeat
Cause I hate it when bullies try to test the
Thats when I go bishop and juice and start flexin
You get it in the stomach just like Raheem
Cause running with a snitch is not quite my
I tried to Buck with me, but he stayed on the scene
all I can do now is pray for Supreme
While I finish my next album, 5 and countin
Anticipating, tellin the I did it without him
If Aftermath was a family that didn't have a
I'd be Dre's newborn, you'd be the older brother
Yea, love us but in the meanwhile
You talkin his back and in his face you smile
You out the house, You a failure now
And lil' Game grew up to be a child
I whip yo head boy, for Kanye West
I whip yo head boy, with the back of my
Yeap, your fuckin group fell without me
You mad, what you do rap about me?
Your bars is garbage, hooks is mediocre
And your new shoes look like pennyloafers
Try to in my shoes a block
Hurricanes in stores the day after Christmas, nigga Reeboks
You a addict, you need Detox
Hopefully you it out in time to be on Detox
Cause expandin, yea I bought 3 blocks
My CL so smooth, it should of came with Pete
And lets not who made me hot
It was Dr. Dre that me out the weed spot.
You credit, forget it, I did it on my own
you 300 bars, then said I'm gone
But I'm back, this is rap and a is a fact
They say once you turn snitch, you never go
Heres a of Ja Rule, motherfucker hold 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 Banks know
He told me I was a Big Daddy Kane throwback
Started with 1 brick, built my own
And don't spread news about it unless it come me
whos the boss, nigga my squad deep

But Glasses is not signed to BlackWallstreet
Nigga don't, don't, don't, don't, believe the hype
that Mike?
And don't be alarmed, is not a diss
But my logo kinda got me pissed
And I got enough beef, now Eazy dissin
He write his own raps, so I gotta forgive him
I got love for ya and I always will
So on behalf of Eric Wright, my nigga you chill
I'm the you new westcoast nigga's got a deal
While I was doin mixtapes, they was College Hill
For real, you mothafucka's ain't got half my
I run this shit like OJ and pass for the
so hard to be a gangsta, nigga you seethrough
Posing 50 on the cover of the GQ
Button up with the cut off sleeves
I got twin desert eagles, nigga suck on
I got that CEO flow, yea my bars are
Hova in Takeover, chewin out Mobb Deep
Like Pac on Hit Em Up, chewin out Mobb
Don't one of you niggas got sickas, your talk is cheap
When I see you, and I'm see you
strip you down asshole naked and thats how Imma leave you
Then Imma find Havoc, make him walk through nude
With Black Wallstreet on his back
Nigga's signed to G-unit, now they bustin
But last week it "My nigga Game, what up dun?"
See thats the fuck I mean, you can't trust these rap niggas
And you wonder why I always say fuck rap niggas
So Imma it down for MC's and friends
If you don't hear name, let the beef begin
Ain't got shit against Hov, I like the nigga
Nas is my nigga, I bangin him for a while
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 is like my big brother, we both raised by the Doc.
Jeezy you hot, we both new to this
While I'm in the ATL, out to Ludacris
Cause your uncle show me that crime pays
Just Paul Wall got me "sittin sideways"
And I can't about the homie Mike Jones
Who? Mike Jones, Skeet the fuckin song
I fuck Slim Thug and my nigga Bun B
Can't do that without saying pimp c
And the reason why 50 try to pimp me
So I went shoppin and bought 2 Bentlys
I'm in the drivers seat, don't tempt me
Turnin Spider Loc against me, cause scared to come get me
'cause whats up, Bloods still got love for em'
Come to the block, I'll off the rub for em'
Ask for G-unit, its a rap
made it out alive, thank God for that
If Dipset get you, Jesse Jackson will
And if all else fails, see you in hell
Wear that G-unit spinner when you to L.A.
I have a nigga parkin cars, dressed up like
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 givin back shit
Unless Olivia show the whole she got a dick
Can't seem to 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
in the end you lost a 100 Mil. to a cartoon
3 years after you got tatted by
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, Yayo, Young Buck, Pastor fuckin Ma$e
You is pawns
50, or Boo Boo, or Curtis, or Little, Hahaha
Snitchin, Stop Lying!, In Stores December 6th
The DVD, Its a all motherfuckers
Yea, my documentaries be better your movies nigga, Hahaha
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
me, The G-A-M-E, gone