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

Game]
Hit a
No 400 yet, I don't need that
I'm gas, your whole click is ass, I that.
G-Unot cocksucker, better that
I say it one time, watch the whole world back
G-U-N-O-T, now thats for Billboard, rest in
And since my died, I been stress no sleep
Contemplating suicide in my jeep
I tried twice but I make my death complete
I you could say Mya got the best of me
Came from the dead to address the beef
Kiss my bitch and accept defeat
Cause I hate it when bullies try to the weak
Thats when I go and juice and start flexin heat
You could get it in the stomach just like
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 next album, 5 and countin
Anticipating, the world I did it without him
If Aftermath was a family 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 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 boy, that's for Kanye West
I whip yo boy, with the back of my tech
Yeap, your fuckin fell flat without me
You mad, you gonna do rap about me?
Your bars is garbage, hooks is mediocre
And new shoes look like Reebok pennyloafers
Try to in my shoes a block
Hurricanes in stores the day after Christmas, fuck Reeboks
You a steroid addict, you need
Hopefully you it out in time to be on Detox
Cause expandin, yea I bought 3 blocks
My CL so smooth, it of came 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, then said I'm
But I'm back, this is rap and a fact is a
They say you turn snitch, you never go back
Heres a picture of Ja Rule, motherfucker hold
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 know that
He told me I was a Big Daddy Kane throwback
with 1 brick, built my own company
And don't spread news it unless it come from me
Guess whos the boss, my squad deep

But Glasses is not signed to BlackWallstreet
Nigga don't, don't, don't, don't, don't believe the
that 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 write his own raps, so I forgive him
I got for ya pops 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 mothafucka's ain't got my skill
I run this like OJ and pass for the bills
so hard to be a gangsta, nigga you seethrough
Posing like 50 on the of the GQ
Button up with the cut off sleeves
I got twin desert eagles, 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 Deep
Don't one of you niggas got sickas, your talk is cheap
I see you, and I'm gonna see you
Imma strip you down asshole naked and thats how Imma you
Then Imma find Havoc, make him walk through Queens
With Black tattooed on his back
Nigga's signed to G-unit, now bustin guns
But week it was: "My nigga Game, what up dun?"
See thats what the fuck I mean, you trust these rap niggas
And you wonder why I always say fuck rap niggas
So Imma break it down for MC's and
If you don't hear your name, let the begin
Ain't got shit Hov, I like the nigga style
Nas is my nigga, I been bangin him for a
I with Fat Joe, he got the streets locked
And thats the same reason I fuck Kiss and D-Block
Place Eminem in the number 3
And Snoop is my big brother, we both raised by the Doc.
Young Jeezy you hot, we new to this
I'm in the ATL, shout out to Ludacris
Cause your uncle Scarface me that crime pays
Just Paul Wall got me "sittin sideways"
And I can't forget about the Mike Jones
Who? Mike Jones, Skeet screw the song
I fuck with Slim and my nigga Bun B
Can't do that saying free pimp 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 don't me
Turnin Spider Loc me, cause your scared to come get me
'cause know whats up, Bloods 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, thank God for
If Dipset don't get you, Jesse Jackson
And if all fails, I'll see you in hell
Wear that spinner when you come to L.A.
I a nigga parkin cars, dressed up like valet
He gonna back pastor when the gun in his face
The chain still in Chicago when I'm takin the fake
You can call who you want, I ain't givin back
Unless Olivia show the 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 Yayo caught a brick
I my G-Unot tattoo was a smart move
in the end you lost a 100 Mil. to a cartoon
3 years after you got tatted by
The beef is over, G-Unit is gonna fall soon

Faggot ass
I guess I win
Life is a of chess nigga...
Some King, Queens
Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, Young Buck, Pastor Ma$e
You is pawns
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 than your nigga, Hahaha
I drove by your nigga
Go buy the DVD, $16,99
At your local store, Blockbuster, Sam Goody, Warehouse
Shout out to the moms and pops, for 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