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

[The
Hit a
No 400 bars yet, I need that
I'm gas, whole 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 thats for Billboard, in peace
And my nigga died, I been 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
Came back from the dead to the beef
Kiss my bitch and accept defeat
Cause I hate it when try to test the weak
when I go bishop and juice and start flexin heat
You could get it in the stomach just like
Cause running with a snitch is not quite my
I to take Buck with me, but he stayed on the scene
all I can do now is pray for Supreme
While I finish my next album, 5 and countin
Anticipating, tellin the world I did it him
If was a family that didn't have a mother
I'd be newborn, you'd be the jealous older brother
Yea, daddy us but in the meanwhile
You talkin behind his and in his face you smile
You out the house, You a failure now
And lil' Game grew up to be a problem
I yo head boy, that's for Kanye West
I whip yo head boy, with the back of my
Yeap, your group fell flat without me
You mad, what you gonna do rap me?
Your bars is garbage, hooks is mediocre
And your new look like 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 expandin, yea I bought 3 blocks
My CL so smooth, it should of with Pete Rock
And lets not forget who me hot
It was Dr. Dre that took me out the spot.
You want credit, it, I did it on my own
Gave you 300 bars, then I'm gone
But I'm back, is rap and a fact is a fact
They say you turn snitch, you never go back
a picture of Ja Rule, motherfucker hold that
What goes comes around, get used to the gold plaques
Homie got cheese, but he feed no rats
I show the world my dick if Lloyd go plat
I'm lyrically insane, Lloyd know that
He told me I was like a Big Daddy Kane
with 1 brick, built my own company
And don't spread about it unless it come 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
that Mike?
And don't be alarmed, this is not a
But missusing my logo kinda got me
And I got beef, now Lil' Eazy dissin
He don't his own raps, so I gotta forgive him
I got for ya pops and I always will
So on behalf of Eric Wright, my nigga you chill
I'm the reason you new westcoast nigga's got a
While I was doin mixtapes, they was College Hill
For real, you mothafucka's got half my skill
I run this shit like OJ and for the bills
Trying so to be a gangsta, nigga you seethrough
Posing like 50 on the of the GQ
Button up shirt 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, out Mobb Deep
Like Pac on Hit Em Up, 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 you down asshole naked and thats how Imma leave you
Then Imma find Havoc, make him through Queens nude
With Wallstreet tattooed on his back
signed to G-unit, now they bustin guns
But last it was: "My nigga Game, what up dun?"
See thats what the fuck I mean, you can't trust these rap
And you wonder why I say fuck these rap niggas
So break it down for MC's and friends
If you don't hear your name, let the begin
Ain't got shit against Hov, I like the style
Nas is my nigga, I been him for a while
I fuck Fat Joe, he got the streets locked
And thats the reason I fuck with Kiss and D-Block
Place in the number 3 spot
And Snoop is like my big brother, we both by the Doc.
Young Jeezy you hot, we both new to
While I'm in the ATL, out to Ludacris
Cause your uncle Scarface show me crime pays
Just Paul Wall got me "sittin sideways"
And I can't forget about the homie Mike
Who? Mike Jones, Skeet the fuckin song
I fuck with Slim Thug and my Bun B
do that without saying free pimp c
And thats the reason why 50 try to me
So I window shoppin and bought 2 Bentlys
I'm in the drivers seat, motherfucker tempt me
Spider Loc against me, cause your scared to come get me
'cause know up, Bloods still got love for em'
to the block, I'll shake off the rub for em'
Ask for G-unit, its a rap
Ma$e it out alive, thank God for that
If don't get you, Jesse Jackson will
And if all else fails, I'll see you in
Wear that G-unit spinner when you to L.A.
I have a nigga cars, dressed up like valet
He gonna 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 givin shit
Unless Olivia 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 cause Yayo a brick
I my G-Unot tattoo was a smart move
Cause in the end you a 100 Mil. to a cartoon
3 years after you got tatted by
The beef is over, G-Unit is fall apart soon

ass niggas
I I win nigga
is a game of chess nigga...
Some King, Some
Lloyd Banks, Yayo, Young Buck, Pastor fuckin 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 tell all
Yea, my documentaries be than your movies nigga, Hahaha
I drove by house nigga
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
It's me, The G-A-M-E,