Baby this is real my record sell slow show you my dick (reapets 7x)
Game] Hit a No 400 bars yet, I don't that I'm gas, your click is ass, I mean that. G-Unot cocksucker, better believe I say it one time, watch the whole world back G-U-N-O-T, now thats for Billboard, in peace And since my nigga died, I stress no sleep suicide in my Lexus jeep I tried twice but I make my death complete I you could say Mya got the best of me Came back from the to address the beef Kiss my converse bitch and accept Cause I it when bullies try to test the weak Thats when I go bishop and juice and start heat You could get it in the stomach like Raheem Cause running with a is not quite my thing I tried to take Buck me, but he stayed on the scene Guess all I can do now is for Supreme I finish my next album, 5 million and countin Anticipating, tellin the 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 older Yea, daddy us but in the meanwhile You talkin behind his back and in his face you 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 Kanye I whip yo head boy, the back of my tech Yeap, your fuckin group fell flat me You mad, you gonna do rap about me? bars is park garbage, hooks is mediocre And your new look like Reebok pennyloafers Try to in my shoes a block Hurricanes in stores the day after Christmas, nigga Reeboks You a steroid addict, you need Hopefully you make it out in time to be on Cause BlackWallstreet expandin, yea I 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 said I'm But I'm back, this is rap and a fact is a say once you turn snitch, you never go back Heres a of Ja Rule, motherfucker hold that What goes around comes around, get used to the gold got cheese, but he dont feed no rats I show the my dick if Lloyd Banks go plat I'm lyrically insane, Banks know that He told me I was like a Big Kane throwback with 1 brick, built my own company And don't spread news about it unless it come me whos the boss, nigga my squad deep
But Glasses Malone is not signed to 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 kinda got me pissed And I got beef, now Lil' Eazy dissin He don't his own raps, so I gotta forgive him I got love for ya pops and I will So on behalf of Wright, my nigga you gotta chill I'm the reason you new 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 shit OJ and pass for the bills Trying so to be a gangsta, nigga you seethrough Posing like 50 on the of the GQ up shirt with the cut off sleeves I got twin desert eagles, nigga suck on I got CEO flow, yea my bars are sweet Hova in Takeover, chewin out Mobb Deep Like Pac on Hit Em Up, chewin out Mobb Don't one of you niggas got sickas, fuck your talk is I see you, and I'm gonna see you Imma strip you down naked and thats how Imma leave you Then Imma find Havoc, make him walk through nude With Black Wallstreet on his back Nigga's to G-unit, now they bustin guns But last week it was: "My nigga Game, 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 for MC's and friends If you don't hear your name, let the begin Ain't got against Hov, I like the nigga style Nas is my nigga, I bangin him for a while I with Fat Joe, he got the streets locked 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 raised by the Doc. Young Jeezy you hot, we both new to While I'm in the ATL, shout out to Cause your Scarface show me that crime pays like Paul Wall got me "sittin sideways" And I can't about the homie Mike Jones Mike Jones, Skeet screw the fuckin song I fuck with Slim and my nigga Bun B Can't do without saying free pimp c And the reason why 50 try to pimp me So I went shoppin and bought 2 Bentlys I'm in the seat, motherfucker don't tempt me Turnin Loc against me, cause your scared to come get me 'cause know whats up, Bloods still got for em' Come to the block, shake off the rub for em' Ask for G-unit, its a rap Ma$e made it out alive, thank God for If Dipset don't get you, Jesse will And if all else fails, see you in hell Wear that G-unit spinner you come to L.A. I have a nigga cars, dressed up like valet He gonna turn back pastor when the gun in his The real chain still in Chicago when I'm the fake You can call who you want, I ain't givin back Unless Olivia the whole world she got a dick Can't seem to her life, but she talk a lot of shit And I want my 10 G's cause caught a brick I guess my tattoo was a smart move Cause in the end you lost a 100 Mil. to a 3 after you got tatted by cartoon The beef is over, G-Unit is gonna fall soon
Faggot ass I guess I win is a game of chess nigga... Some King, Queens Lloyd Banks, Yayo, Young Buck, Pastor fuckin Ma$e You niggas is 50, or Boo Boo, or Curtis, or Little, Hahaha Stop Snitchin, Stop Lying!, In Stores 6th The DVD, Its a tell all Yea, my documentaries be better your movies nigga, Hahaha I by your house nigga Go buy the DVD, $16,99 At local record store, Blockbuster, Sam Goody, Warehouse Shout out to the and pops, for helping 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 It's me, The G-A-M-E,