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Game] Hit a No 400 bars yet, I need that I'm gas, your whole is ass, I mean that. G-Unot cocksucker, better believe I say it one time, watch the whole scream back G-U-N-O-T, now thats for Billboard, in peace And since my died, I been stress no sleep Contemplating in my Lexus jeep I tried twice but I couldn't make my complete I guess you could say Mya got the of me Came back the dead to address the beef Kiss my bitch and accept defeat Cause I hate it bullies try to test the weak Thats when I go bishop and and start flexin heat You could get it in the stomach like Raheem running with a snitch is not quite my thing I tried to take with me, but he stayed on the scene all I can do now is pray for Supreme While I finish my next album, 5 million and Anticipating, tellin the I did it without him If Aftermath was a that didn't have a mother I'd be Dre's newborn, you'd be the jealous brother Yea, daddy love us but in the You talkin behind his and in his face you smile You moved out the house, You a now And lil' grew up to be a problem child 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 do rap about me? Your bars is garbage, hooks is mediocre And your new shoes like Reebok pennyloafers Try to walk in my shoes a Hurricanes in stores the day after Christmas, fuck Reeboks You a addict, you need Detox Hopefully you it out in time to be on Detox BlackWallstreet expandin, yea I bought 3 blocks My CL so smooth, it should of came Pete Rock And lets not forget who me hot It was Dr. Dre that me out the weed 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 picture of Ja Rule, motherfucker hold What goes around comes around, get used to the gold got cheese, but he dont feed no rats I show the world my dick if Banks go plat I'm insane, Lloyd Banks know that He told me I was like a Big Daddy Kane Started 1 brick, built my own company And don't news 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 the hype Hear that And don't be alarmed, is not a diss But missusing my logo got me pissed And I got enough beef, now Lil' Eazy He don't write his own raps, so I forgive him I got love for ya pops and I will So on behalf of Eric Wright, my nigga you chill I'm the reason you new westcoast got a deal While I was doin mixtapes, was watching College Hill For real, you mothafucka's ain't got half my I run this like OJ and pass for the bills Trying so 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 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, your talk is cheap 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 With Wallstreet tattooed on his back Nigga's signed to G-unit, now they bustin But last week it "My nigga Game, what up dun?" See thats what the fuck I mean, you can't trust rap niggas And you why I always say fuck these rap niggas So Imma it down for MC's and friends If you don't hear your name, let the begin got shit against Hov, I like the nigga style Nas is my nigga, I bangin him for a while I fuck with Fat Joe, he got the streets And thats the same reason I with Kiss and D-Block Place Eminem in the 3 spot And is like 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 Cause your uncle Scarface show me that crime Just like Paul got me "sittin sideways" And I can't forget about the Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones, Skeet screw the fuckin I fuck with Thug and my nigga Bun B Can't do that without saying free c And thats the reason why 50 try to me So I window shoppin and bought 2 Bentlys I'm in the drivers seat, don't tempt me Turnin 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 made it out alive, thank God for that If don't get you, Jesse Jackson will And if all else fails, see you in hell Wear that spinner when you come to L.A. I have a parkin cars, dressed up like valet He gonna back pastor when the gun in his face The real chain still in Chicago I'm takin the fake You can who you want, I ain't givin back shit Unless Olivia show the whole 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 guess my G-Unot was a smart move Cause in the end you lost a 100 Mil. to a 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... King, Some Queens Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, Young Buck, Pastor Ma$e You niggas is 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 your 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 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