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

Game]
Hit a
No 400 bars yet, I need that
I'm gas, your whole is ass, I mean that.
cocksucker, better believe that
I say it one time, watch the whole scream back
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 make my death complete
I guess you could say Mya got the of me
back from the dead to address the beef
Kiss my bitch and accept defeat
I hate it when bullies try to test the weak
Thats when I go bishop and juice and start flexin
You could get it in the stomach just like
Cause with a snitch is not quite my thing
I to take Buck with me, but he stayed on the scene
all I can do now is pray for Supreme
While I my next album, 5 million and countin
Anticipating, the world I did it without him
If was a family that didn't have a mother
I'd be Dre's newborn, you'd be the jealous brother
Yea, daddy us but in the meanwhile
You talkin behind his back and in his you smile
You moved out the house, You a now
And lil' Game grew up to be a problem
I whip yo head boy, that's for Kanye
I yo head boy, with the back of my tech
Yeap, your fuckin fell flat without me
You mad, what you do rap about me?
Your is park garbage, hooks is mediocre
And your new shoes look Reebok pennyloafers
Try to walk in my a block
Hurricanes in stores the day after Christmas, nigga Reeboks
You a steroid addict, you need
Hopefully you it out in time to be on Detox
Cause BlackWallstreet expandin, yea I 3 blocks
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
you 300 bars, then said 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 around comes around, get used to the gold
Homie got cheese, but he dont no rats
I show the world my dick if Banks go plat
I'm lyrically insane, Lloyd Banks that
He me I was like a Big Daddy Kane throwback
Started with 1 brick, built my own
And don't spread about it unless it come from me
Guess the boss, nigga my squad deep

But Glasses Malone is not signed to
don't, don't, don't, don't, don't believe the hype
Hear that
And be alarmed, this is not a diss
But missusing my kinda got me pissed
And I got beef, now Lil' Eazy dissin
He don't write his own raps, so I forgive him
I got love for ya and I always will
So on behalf of Eric Wright, my nigga you gotta
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 pass for the
Trying so to be a gangsta, nigga you seethrough
like 50 on the cover of the GQ
Button up with the cut off sleeves
I got twin desert eagles, suck on these
I got CEO flow, yea my bars are sweet
Hova in Takeover, chewin out Mobb Deep
Like Pac on Hit Em Up, chewin out Deep
Don't one of you got sickas, fuck your talk is cheap
When I see you, and I'm see you
Imma you down asshole naked and thats how Imma leave you
Then Imma find Havoc, make him walk through Queens
With Black tattooed on his back
signed to G-unit, now they bustin guns
But week it was: "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 break it down for and friends
If you don't hear name, let the beef begin
Ain't got shit Hov, I like the nigga style
Nas is my nigga, I been bangin him for a
I fuck Fat Joe, he got the streets locked
And thats the reason I fuck with Kiss and D-Block
Eminem in the number 3 spot
And Snoop is my big brother, we both raised by the Doc.
Jeezy you hot, we both new to this
While I'm in the ATL, shout out to
your uncle Scarface show me that crime 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 free c
And thats the why 50 try to pimp me
So I went window shoppin and 2 Bentlys
I'm in the drivers seat, motherfucker tempt me
Turnin Spider Loc against me, cause your scared to get me
'cause whats up, Bloods still got love 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 will
And if all else fails, I'll see you in
that G-unit spinner when you come 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 givin back shit
Unless show the whole world she got a dick
Can't seem to save her life, but she a lot of shit
And I want my 10 G's Yayo 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 I win nigga
Life is a game of nigga...
King, Some Queens
Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, Young Buck, fuckin Ma$e
You is pawns
50, or Boo Boo, or Curtis, or Little, Hahaha
Stop Snitchin, Lying!, In Stores December 6th
The DVD, Its a all motherfuckers
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