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

[The
Hit a
No 400 bars yet, I need that
I'm gas, your click is ass, I mean that.
G-Unot cocksucker, believe that
I say it one time, watch the world 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 my death complete
I guess you say Mya got the best of me
back from the dead to address the beef
Kiss my converse bitch and defeat
Cause I it when bullies try to test the weak
Thats when I go bishop and juice and flexin heat
You could get it in the stomach like Raheem
Cause running with a snitch is not my thing
I tried to take Buck with me, but he on the scene
Guess all I can do now is pray for
While I finish my next album, 5 million and
Anticipating, the world I did it without him
If Aftermath was a family that didn't a mother
I'd be Dre's newborn, you'd be the older brother
Yea, daddy us but in the meanwhile
You talkin behind his and in his face you smile
You moved out the house, You a now
And lil' Game up to be a problem child
I whip yo head boy, for Kanye West
I whip yo head boy, with the back of my
Yeap, your group fell flat without me
You mad, you gonna do rap about me?
bars is park garbage, hooks is mediocre
And your new look like Reebok pennyloafers
Try to in my shoes a block
Hurricanes in stores the day after Christmas, nigga fuck
You a steroid addict, you Detox
you make it out in time to be on Detox
Cause BlackWallstreet expandin, yea I 3 blocks
My CL so smooth, it should of came Pete Rock
And lets not 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, said I'm gone
But I'm back, this is rap and a fact is a
They say you turn snitch, you never go back
Heres a of Ja Rule, motherfucker hold that
What goes around comes around, get 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, Banks know that
He told me I was like a Big Daddy throwback
Started 1 brick, built my own company
And don't spread news about it unless it come me
Guess the boss, nigga my squad deep

But Glasses is not signed to BlackWallstreet
Nigga don't, don't, don't, don't, don't believe the
Hear that
And be alarmed, this is not a diss
But missusing my logo got me pissed
And I got enough beef, now Lil' dissin
He don't write his own raps, so I forgive him
I got love for ya pops and I will
So on behalf of Eric Wright, my nigga you chill
I'm the reason you new westcoast got a deal
I was doin mixtapes, they was watching College Hill
For real, you mothafucka's ain't got half my
I run this shit like OJ and for the bills
Trying so hard to be a gangsta, nigga you
Posing 50 on the cover of the GQ
Button up shirt with the cut off
I got twin eagles, nigga suck on these
I got that CEO flow, yea my are sweet
Like in Takeover, chewin out Mobb Deep
Like Pac on Hit Em Up, chewin out Mobb
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 Imma you
Then Imma find Havoc, make him walk through Queens
Black 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 what the I mean, you can't trust these rap niggas
And you wonder why I always say these rap niggas
So Imma break it for MC's and friends
If you don't hear your name, let the beef
Ain't got shit against Hov, I like the nigga
Nas is my nigga, I been bangin him for a
I with Fat Joe, he got the streets locked
And thats the same I fuck with Kiss and D-Block
Eminem in the number 3 spot
And Snoop is like my big brother, we both by the Doc.
Jeezy you hot, we both new to this
While I'm in the ATL, shout out to
Cause your uncle Scarface me that crime pays
Just like Paul got me "sittin sideways"
And I can't forget about the homie Mike
Who? Mike Jones, Skeet the fuckin song
I fuck Slim Thug and my nigga Bun B
Can't do that without saying free c
And the reason why 50 try to pimp me
So I went window shoppin and bought 2
I'm in the seat, motherfucker don't tempt me
Turnin Spider Loc me, cause 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
made 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 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 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
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 apart

Faggot ass
I guess I win
is a game of chess nigga...
Some King, Queens
Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, Young Buck, Pastor fuckin
You is pawns
50, or Boo Boo, or Curtis, or Chicken Little,
Stop Snitchin, Lying!, In Stores December 6th
The DVD, Its a tell all
Yea, my documentaries be better than movies nigga, Hahaha
I by your house nigga
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