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

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Hit a
No 400 bars yet, I don't that
I'm gas, whole click is ass, I mean that.
G-Unot cocksucker, better that
I say it one time, watch the world scream back
G-U-N-O-T, now thats for Billboard, in peace
And since my died, I been stress no sleep
Contemplating suicide in my jeep
I tried twice but I couldn't my death complete
I you could say Mya got the best of me
back from the dead to address the beef
Kiss my converse and accept defeat
Cause I hate it when try to test the weak
Thats I go bishop and juice and start flexin heat
You could get it in the stomach just like
running with a snitch is not quite my thing
I to take Buck with me, but he stayed on the scene
Guess all I can do now is pray for
While I finish my 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 older
Yea, daddy us but in the meanwhile
You talkin behind his back and in his face you
You out the house, You a failure now
And Game grew up to be a problem child
I whip yo boy, that's for Kanye West
I whip yo head boy, the back of my tech
Yeap, fuckin group fell flat without me
You mad, what you do rap about me?
Your is park garbage, hooks is mediocre
And your new shoes look like pennyloafers
Try to in my shoes a block
in stores the day after Christmas, nigga fuck Reeboks
You a addict, you need Detox
Hopefully you 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 not forget who made me hot
It was Dr. Dre that took me out the spot.
You credit, forget it, I did it on my own
Gave you 300 bars, then said I'm
But I'm back, is rap and a fact is a fact
They say you turn snitch, you never go back
Heres a of Ja Rule, motherfucker hold that
goes around comes around, get used to the gold plaques
Homie got cheese, but he feed no rats
I the world my dick if Lloyd Banks go plat
I'm lyrically insane, Lloyd Banks that
He told me I was like a Big Daddy throwback
Started with 1 brick, built my own
And don't spread about it unless it come from me
Guess whos the boss, my squad deep

But Malone is not signed to BlackWallstreet
don't, don't, don't, don't, don't believe the hype
Hear that
And don't be alarmed, is not a diss
But missusing my logo kinda got me
And I got beef, now Lil' Eazy dissin
He don't write his own raps, so I forgive him
I got for ya pops and I always will
So on of Eric Wright, my nigga you gotta chill
I'm the reason you new westcoast nigga's got a
I was doin mixtapes, they was watching College Hill
For real, you mothafucka's got half my skill
I run this like OJ and pass for the bills
Trying so hard to be a gangsta, you seethrough
like 50 on the cover of the GQ
Button up with the cut off sleeves
I got desert eagles, nigga suck on these
I got that CEO flow, yea my are sweet
Like Hova in Takeover, chewin out Mobb
Like Pac on Hit Em Up, chewin out Deep
Don't one of you niggas got sickas, fuck your is cheap
I see you, and I'm gonna see you
Imma strip you down asshole naked and thats how Imma you
Then Imma Havoc, make him walk through Queens nude
With Black tattooed on his back
Nigga's signed to G-unit, now they 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 why I always say fuck these rap niggas
So Imma break it down for MC's and
If you don't hear your name, let the begin
got shit against 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 same reason I with Kiss and D-Block
Place Eminem in the number 3
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
your uncle Scarface show me that crime pays
Just like Paul got me "sittin sideways"
And I can't forget about the homie Mike
Who? Mike Jones, Skeet screw the song
I fuck with Thug and my nigga Bun B
Can't do that without saying pimp c
And thats the reason why 50 try to 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 up, Bloods still got love for em'
Come to the block, shake off the rub for em'
Ask for G-unit, its a rap
Ma$e it out alive, thank God for that
If Dipset don't get you, Jackson will
And if all fails, I'll see you in hell
Wear G-unit 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 chain still in Chicago when I'm takin the fake
You can call who you want, I ain't back shit
Olivia show the whole world she got a dick
Can't seem to her life, but she talk a lot of shit
And I my 10 G's cause Yayo 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, is gonna fall apart soon

Faggot ass
I I win nigga
Life is a of chess nigga...
Some King, Queens
Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, 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 all motherfuckers
Yea, my documentaries be better than your nigga, Hahaha
I by your house nigga
Go buy the DVD, $16,99
At your local record store, Blockbuster, Sam Goody,
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
It's me, The G-A-M-E,