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

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No 400 yet, I don't need that
I'm gas, your click is ass, I mean that.
G-Unot cocksucker, better that
I say it one time, the whole world scream back
G-U-N-O-T, now thats for Billboard, in peace
And since my died, I been stress no sleep
suicide in my Lexus jeep
I tried twice but I make my death complete
I guess you could say Mya got the of me
Came back the dead to address the beef
Kiss my converse and accept defeat
Cause I it when bullies try to test the weak
Thats when I go and juice and start flexin heat
You could get it in the stomach 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 pray for
While I finish my album, 5 million and countin
Anticipating, the world I did it without him
If Aftermath was a family that have a mother
I'd be Dre's newborn, you'd be the older brother
Yea, daddy love us but in the
You talkin behind his back and in his you smile
You moved out the house, You a now
And Game grew up to be a problem child
I whip yo boy, that's for Kanye West
I whip yo head boy, the back of my tech
Yeap, your fuckin group fell without me
You mad, you gonna do rap about me?
Your bars is park garbage, hooks is
And your new shoes look like pennyloafers
Try to walk in my shoes a
Hurricanes in stores the day after Christmas, nigga Reeboks
You a addict, you need 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 with 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, is rap and a fact is a fact
They say once you turn snitch, you go back
Heres a picture of Ja Rule, motherfucker hold
What goes around around, get used to the gold plaques
Homie got cheese, but he dont no rats
I show the my dick if Lloyd Banks go plat
I'm lyrically insane, Lloyd know that
He me I was like a Big Daddy Kane throwback
Started 1 brick, built my own company
And don't spread news about it unless it from me
Guess whos the boss, nigga my squad

But Glasses Malone is not signed to
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 pops and I always
So on behalf of Eric Wright, my nigga you chill
I'm the reason you new westcoast got a deal
While I was doin mixtapes, they was watching Hill
For real, you ain't got half my skill
I run this 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 the cut off sleeves
I got desert eagles, nigga suck on these
I got that CEO flow, yea my bars are
Like Hova in Takeover, chewin out Mobb
Like Pac on Hit Em Up, chewin out Deep
one of you niggas got sickas, fuck your talk is cheap
When I see you, and I'm see you
Imma strip you down naked and thats how Imma leave you
Then Imma find Havoc, 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 wonder why I always say fuck these rap
So Imma break it 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 been bangin him for a
I fuck with Fat Joe, he got the streets
And thats the same reason I fuck 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, out to Ludacris
Cause your uncle Scarface show me that pays
Just like Paul got me "sittin sideways"
And I can't forget about the Mike Jones
Who? Mike Jones, screw the fuckin song
I fuck with Slim Thug and my Bun B
Can't do that without saying pimp c
And the reason why 50 try to pimp me
So I went window shoppin and bought 2
I'm in the drivers seat, motherfucker tempt me
Turnin Loc against me, cause your scared to come get me
'cause know whats up, Bloods still got for em'
Come to the block, shake 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 fails, I'll see you in hell
Wear that G-unit when you come to L.A.
I a nigga parkin cars, dressed up like valet
He turn back pastor when the gun in his face
The real chain in Chicago when I'm takin the fake
You can call who you want, I ain't back 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 Yayo a brick
I guess my tattoo was a smart move
Cause in the end you lost a 100 Mil. to a
3 after you got tatted by cartoon
The beef is over, G-Unit is gonna fall soon

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