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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 don't need
I'm gas, your click is ass, I mean that.
G-Unot cocksucker, believe that
I say it one time, watch the whole world scream
G-U-N-O-T, now for Billboard, rest in peace
And since my died, I been stress no sleep
Contemplating suicide in my jeep
I tried twice but I couldn't make my death
I you could say Mya got the best of me
Came back from the to address the beef
my converse bitch and accept defeat
Cause I it when bullies try to test the weak
Thats I go bishop and juice and start flexin heat
You get it in the stomach just like Raheem
running with a snitch is not quite my thing
I tried to take 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, tellin the world I did it him
If Aftermath was a that didn't have a mother
I'd be Dre's newborn, be the jealous older brother
Yea, daddy 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' grew up to be a problem child
I whip yo head boy, for Kanye West
I whip yo head boy, with the of my tech
Yeap, your fuckin group fell flat me
You mad, what you gonna do rap me?
bars is park garbage, hooks is mediocre
And your new shoes look Reebok pennyloafers
Try to in my shoes a block
Hurricanes in the day after Christmas, nigga fuck Reeboks
You a steroid addict, you need
you make it out in time to be on Detox
Cause BlackWallstreet expandin, yea I bought 3
My CL so smooth, it of came with Pete Rock
And not forget who made 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 I'm gone
But I'm back, this is rap and a fact is a
They say once you turn snitch, you never go
Heres a picture of Ja Rule, hold that
What goes comes around, get used to the gold plaques
got cheese, but he dont feed no rats
I show the world my dick if Lloyd Banks go
I'm lyrically insane, Lloyd Banks know
He told me I was a Big Daddy Kane throwback
Started with 1 brick, my own company
And don't spread news it unless it come from me
Guess whos the boss, nigga my squad

But Glasses Malone is not to BlackWallstreet
Nigga don't, don't, don't, don't, don't believe the
Hear Mike?
And don't be alarmed, is not a diss
But missusing my logo kinda got me
And I got enough beef, now Lil' dissin
He don't his own raps, so I gotta forgive him
I got love for ya and I always will
So on behalf of Wright, my nigga you gotta chill
I'm the you new westcoast nigga's got a deal
While I was doin mixtapes, was watching College Hill
For real, you ain't got half my skill
I run this like OJ and pass for the bills
Trying so hard to be a gangsta, nigga you
Posing like 50 on the of the GQ
up shirt with the cut off sleeves
I got twin desert eagles, nigga on these
I got CEO flow, yea my bars are sweet
Like Hova in Takeover, chewin out Mobb
Pac on Hit Em Up, chewin 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 find Havoc, make him walk through Queens nude
With Wallstreet tattooed on his back
signed to G-unit, now they bustin guns
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 why I always say fuck these rap niggas
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 like the style
Nas is my nigga, I bangin him for a while
I with Fat Joe, he got the streets locked
And thats the same reason I with Kiss and D-Block
Place in the number 3 spot
And Snoop is like my big brother, we 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 like Paul got me "sittin sideways"
And I can't forget about the homie Jones
Who? Mike Jones, Skeet the fuckin song
I fuck with Slim and my nigga Bun B
Can't do that without saying free c
And thats the 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 against me, your 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
Ma$e made it out alive, God for that
If Dipset don't get you, Jesse Jackson
And if all else fails, see you in hell
Wear that spinner when you come to L.A.
I have a parkin cars, dressed up like valet
He gonna turn back pastor when the gun in his
The real still in Chicago when I'm takin the fake
You can call who you want, I ain't givin shit
Unless Olivia the whole 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 tattoo was a smart move
Cause in the end you lost a 100 Mil. to a
3 years after you got by cartoon
The beef is over, is gonna fall apart soon

Faggot ass
I I win nigga
Life is a of chess nigga...
Some King, Queens
Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, Young Buck, Pastor Ma$e
You niggas is
50, or Boo Boo, or Curtis, or Little, Hahaha
Stop Snitchin, Lying!, In Stores December 6th
The DVD, Its a tell all
Yea, my documentaries be better than your nigga, Hahaha
I drove by house nigga
Go buy the DVD, $16,99
At your local record store, Blockbuster, Sam Goody,
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