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

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Hit a
No 400 bars yet, I need that
I'm gas, your whole click is ass, I that.
cocksucker, better believe that
I say it one time, watch the world scream back
G-U-N-O-T, now for Billboard, rest in peace
And since my nigga died, I been stress no
Contemplating suicide in my Lexus
I tried twice but I couldn't make my complete
I guess you say Mya got the best of me
back from the dead to address the beef
Kiss my converse bitch and accept
Cause I hate it when try to test the weak
Thats when I go and juice and start flexin heat
You could get it in the stomach just Raheem
Cause running a snitch is not quite my thing
I tried to take Buck me, but he stayed on the scene
Guess all I can do now is pray for
While I my next album, 5 million and countin
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, daddy love us but in the
You talkin behind his back and in his face you
You moved out the house, You a now
And lil' Game up to be a problem child
I whip yo head boy, that's for West
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 new shoes look like Reebok pennyloafers
Try to walk in my a block
Hurricanes in stores the day Christmas, nigga fuck Reeboks
You a addict, you need Detox
Hopefully you make it out in time to be on
BlackWallstreet expandin, yea I bought 3 blocks
My CL so smooth, it should of came with Pete
And not forget who made me hot
It was Dr. Dre that me out the weed spot.
You credit, forget it, I did it on my own
Gave you 300 bars, then I'm gone
But I'm back, is rap and a fact is a fact
They say once you turn snitch, you go back
a picture of Ja Rule, motherfucker hold that
What goes around comes around, get used to the gold
got cheese, but he dont feed no rats
I show the world my if Lloyd Banks go plat
I'm insane, Lloyd Banks know that
He told me I was a Big Daddy Kane throwback
Started with 1 brick, my own company
And spread news about it unless it come from me
Guess whos the boss, my squad deep

But Glasses Malone is not to BlackWallstreet
Nigga don't, don't, don't, don't, believe the hype
that Mike?
And be alarmed, this is not a diss
But missusing my logo kinda got me
And I got enough beef, now Lil' Eazy
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 ain't got half 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
up shirt with the cut off sleeves
I got twin desert eagles, nigga suck on
I got that CEO flow, yea my bars are
Like in Takeover, chewin out Mobb Deep
Like Pac on Hit Em Up, out Mobb Deep
Don't one of you niggas got sickas, fuck your is cheap
When I see you, and I'm 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 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 these rap niggas
So break 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 style
Nas is my nigga, I bangin him for a while
I fuck with Fat Joe, he got the streets
And thats the same reason I fuck with and D-Block
Place Eminem in the number 3
And Snoop is like my big brother, we raised by the Doc.
Young you hot, we both new to this
While I'm in the ATL, out to Ludacris
your uncle Scarface show me that crime pays
Just like Paul got me "sittin sideways"
And I can't forget the homie Mike Jones
Who? Mike Jones, Skeet screw the song
I fuck with Slim Thug and my Bun B
do that without saying free pimp c
And the reason why 50 try to pimp me
So I went window 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 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 spinner when you 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 back shit
Unless show the whole world she got a dick
Can't seem to save her life, but she talk a lot of
And I want my 10 G's cause Yayo caught a
I guess my tattoo was a smart move
in the end you lost a 100 Mil. to a cartoon
3 years after you got tatted by
The is over, G-Unit is gonna fall apart soon

Faggot ass
I guess I win
is a game of chess nigga...
Some King, Queens
Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, Young Buck, Pastor fuckin
You niggas is
50, or Boo Boo, or Curtis, or Chicken Little,
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 your house
Go buy the DVD, $16,99
At local record store, Blockbuster, Sam Goody, Warehouse
out to the moms 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