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

Game]
Hit a
No 400 bars yet, I need that
I'm gas, your whole click is ass, I that.
G-Unot cocksucker, believe that
I say it one time, watch the whole scream back
G-U-N-O-T, now thats for Billboard, in peace
And since my nigga died, I been no sleep
Contemplating suicide in my Lexus
I tried but I couldn't make my death complete
I guess you say Mya got the best of me
back from the dead to address the beef
Kiss my converse bitch and accept
Cause I hate it when try to test the weak
Thats when I go bishop and juice and flexin heat
You could get it in the stomach just like
Cause running with a is not quite my thing
I tried to Buck with me, but he stayed on the scene
Guess all I can do now is for Supreme
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 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 Game grew up to be a problem child
I whip yo head boy, that's for West
I whip yo head boy, the back of my tech
Yeap, your group fell flat without me
You mad, what you gonna do rap me?
bars is park garbage, hooks is mediocre
And your new shoes like Reebok pennyloafers
Try to in my shoes a block
Hurricanes in stores the day after Christmas, fuck Reeboks
You a steroid addict, you Detox
Hopefully you make it out in time to be on
Cause BlackWallstreet expandin, yea I bought 3
My CL so smooth, it should of came 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, said I'm gone
But I'm back, is rap and a fact is a fact
say once you turn snitch, you never go back
Heres a of Ja Rule, motherfucker hold that
What goes around comes around, get to the gold plaques
Homie got cheese, but he feed no rats
I show the world my dick if Lloyd Banks go
I'm lyrically insane, Lloyd Banks that
He told me I was like a Big Daddy throwback
Started with 1 brick, my own company
And don't spread news about it it come from me
Guess the boss, nigga my squad deep

But Malone is not signed to BlackWallstreet
don't, don't, don't, don't, don't believe the hype
Hear Mike?
And don't be alarmed, is not a diss
But missusing my logo got me pissed
And I got enough beef, now Lil' dissin
He write his own raps, so I gotta forgive him
I got love for ya and I always will
So on behalf of Eric Wright, my nigga you chill
I'm the reason you new nigga's got a deal
While I was doin mixtapes, they was watching College
For real, you mothafucka's got half my skill
I run shit like OJ and pass for the bills
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 eagles, nigga suck on these
I got CEO flow, yea my bars are sweet
Like Hova in Takeover, chewin out Mobb
Pac on Hit Em Up, chewin 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 strip you down asshole and thats how Imma leave you
Imma find Havoc, make him walk through Queens nude
With Black Wallstreet tattooed on his
Nigga's to G-unit, now they bustin guns
But last week it was: "My Game, what up dun?"
See thats what the fuck I mean, you trust these rap niggas
And you wonder why I always say these rap niggas
So Imma break it down for and friends
If you hear your name, let the beef begin
Ain't got shit against Hov, I like the style
Nas is my nigga, I bangin him for a while
I fuck with Fat Joe, he got the streets
And thats the same I fuck with Kiss and D-Block
Place Eminem in the number 3
And Snoop is like my big brother, we both by the Doc.
Young Jeezy you hot, we new to this
While I'm in the ATL, shout out to
Cause uncle Scarface show me that crime pays
Just like Wall got me "sittin sideways"
And I can't forget the homie Mike Jones
Who? Mike Jones, Skeet screw the 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 and bought 2 Bentlys
I'm in the drivers seat, motherfucker don't me
Turnin Loc against me, cause your scared to come get me
'cause know whats up, still 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, God for that
If don't get you, Jesse Jackson will
And if all else fails, I'll see you in
Wear G-unit spinner when you come to L.A.
I have a nigga parkin cars, dressed up valet
He gonna turn pastor when the gun in his face
The real chain still in Chicago when I'm takin the
You can call who you want, I ain't givin back
Unless show the whole world she got a dick
Can't to save her life, but she talk a lot of shit
And I want my 10 G's Yayo caught a brick
I guess my G-Unot tattoo was a 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 apart

Faggot ass
I guess I win
Life is a game of nigga...
King, Some Queens
Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, Young Buck, Pastor fuckin
You niggas is
50, or Boo Boo, or Curtis, or Little, Hahaha
Stop Snitchin, Stop Lying!, In Stores 6th
The DVD, Its a all motherfuckers
Yea, my documentaries be better than movies nigga, Hahaha
I drove by your nigga
Go buy the DVD, $16,99
At your record 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,