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

Game]
Hit a
No 400 bars yet, I don't need
I'm gas, whole click is ass, I mean that.
G-Unot cocksucker, better believe
I say it one time, watch the world scream back
G-U-N-O-T, now thats for Billboard, in peace
And since my nigga died, I been no sleep
suicide in my Lexus jeep
I tried twice but I couldn't make my death
I guess you could say Mya got the of me
Came back from the dead to the beef
Kiss my bitch and accept defeat
Cause I hate it when bullies try to test the
Thats when I go bishop and juice and start flexin
You get it in the stomach just 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 for Supreme
While I my next album, 5 million and countin
Anticipating, tellin the I did it without him
If Aftermath was a family that didn't have a
I'd be Dre's newborn, you'd be the jealous 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 lil' Game grew up to be a child
I whip yo head boy, for Kanye West
I whip yo head boy, with the of my tech
Yeap, your fuckin fell flat without me
You mad, what you do rap about me?
Your bars is garbage, hooks is mediocre
And your new look like Reebok pennyloafers
Try to walk in my shoes a
in stores the day after Christmas, nigga fuck Reeboks
You a addict, you need Detox
you make it out in time to be on Detox
Cause BlackWallstreet expandin, yea I bought 3
My CL so smooth, it should of came Pete Rock
And lets not who made me hot
It was Dr. Dre that took me out the spot.
You credit, forget it, I did it on my own
you 300 bars, then 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 of Ja Rule, motherfucker hold that
What goes comes around, get used to the gold plaques
Homie got cheese, but he dont no rats
I show the world my if Lloyd Banks go plat
I'm lyrically insane, Lloyd know that
He told me I was a Big Daddy Kane throwback
Started 1 brick, built my own company
And don't news about it unless it come from me
whos the boss, nigga my squad deep

But Glasses is not signed to BlackWallstreet
Nigga don't, don't, don't, don't, don't the hype
that Mike?
And don't be alarmed, is not a diss
But my logo kinda got me pissed
And I got enough beef, now Eazy dissin
He don't his own raps, so I gotta forgive him
I got love for ya pops and I always
So on of Eric Wright, my nigga you gotta chill
I'm the reason you new westcoast nigga's got a
While I was mixtapes, they was watching College Hill
For real, you ain't got half my skill
I run this shit like OJ and pass for the
so hard to be a gangsta, nigga you seethrough
Posing 50 on the cover of the GQ
up shirt with the cut off sleeves
I got twin 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, out Mobb Deep
Don't one of you niggas got sickas, fuck your talk is
When I see you, and I'm see you
Imma strip you down asshole and thats how Imma leave you
Then Imma find Havoc, make him walk through nude
Black Wallstreet tattooed on his back
Nigga's signed to G-unit, now they 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 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 Hov, I like the nigga 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 Eminem in the number 3
And is like my big brother, we both raised by the Doc.
Young Jeezy you hot, we both new to
I'm in the ATL, shout out to Ludacris
Cause your uncle Scarface show me crime pays
Just Paul Wall got me "sittin sideways"
And I forget about the homie Mike Jones
Who? Mike Jones, Skeet screw the song
I with Slim Thug and my nigga Bun B
do that without saying free pimp c
And the reason why 50 try to pimp me
So I went window shoppin and 2 Bentlys
I'm in the drivers seat, don't tempt me
Turnin Spider Loc against me, cause your scared to get me
'cause know whats up, Bloods got love for em'
to the block, I'll shake off the rub for em'
Ask for G-unit, its a rap
Ma$e made it out alive, thank God for
If Dipset get you, Jesse Jackson will
And if all else fails, see you in hell
Wear G-unit spinner when you come to L.A.
I have a nigga cars, dressed up like valet
He turn back pastor when the gun in his face
The real chain still in Chicago I'm takin the fake
You can call who you want, I ain't givin shit
Unless Olivia show the whole world she got a
Can't seem to her life, but she talk a lot of shit
And I want my 10 G's cause Yayo caught a
I guess my G-Unot tattoo was a smart
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 apart

Faggot ass
I I win nigga
is a game of chess nigga...
Some King, Queens
Banks, Tony Yayo, Young Buck, Pastor fuckin Ma$e
You niggas is
50, or Boo Boo, or Curtis, or Little, Hahaha
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The DVD, Its a all motherfuckers
Yea, my documentaries be better than your movies nigga,
I by your 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
me, The G-A-M-E, gone