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

Game]
Hit a
No 400 bars yet, I need that
I'm gas, your whole is ass, I mean that.
G-Unot cocksucker, better that
I say it one time, the whole world scream back
G-U-N-O-T, now for Billboard, rest in peace
And since my nigga died, I been stress no
suicide in my Lexus jeep
I tried twice but I couldn't make my complete
I guess you say Mya got the best of me
Came from the dead to address the beef
Kiss my converse and accept defeat
Cause I hate it when bullies try to test the
Thats when I go bishop and juice and flexin heat
You get it in the stomach just like Raheem
Cause running a snitch is not quite my thing
I tried to take with 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 older brother
Yea, daddy love us but in the
You talkin behind his back and in his you smile
You out the house, You a failure now
And lil' grew up to be a problem child
I whip yo head boy, for Kanye West
I whip yo head boy, the back of my tech
Yeap, your fuckin group flat without me
You mad, what you do rap about me?
Your bars is park garbage, 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 need
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 credit, forget 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
They say you turn snitch, you never go back
a picture of Ja Rule, motherfucker hold that
What goes around comes around, get used to the gold
Homie got cheese, but he dont no rats
I show the my dick if Lloyd Banks go plat
I'm lyrically insane, Lloyd know that
He told me I was like a Big Kane throwback
Started 1 brick, built my own company
And don't spread news it unless it come from me
Guess 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 be alarmed, this is not a diss
But missusing my logo kinda got me
And I got enough beef, now Lil' dissin
He write his own raps, so I gotta forgive him
I got for ya pops and I always 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, they was watching Hill
For real, you mothafucka's got half my skill
I run this shit 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 shirt with the cut off
I got twin desert eagles, nigga suck on
I got CEO flow, yea my bars 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
When I see you, and I'm see you
Imma you down asshole naked and thats how Imma leave you
Then Imma find Havoc, make him walk Queens nude
With Wallstreet tattooed on his back
Nigga's signed to G-unit, now they guns
But week it was: "My nigga Game, what up dun?"
See thats what the fuck I mean, you can't these rap niggas
And you wonder why I say fuck these rap niggas
So Imma it down for MC's and friends
If you don't 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 locked
And thats the same reason I fuck with Kiss and
Place Eminem in the 3 spot
And Snoop is like my big brother, we raised by the Doc.
Young you hot, we both new to this
While I'm in the ATL, out to Ludacris
Cause uncle Scarface show me that crime pays
Just Paul Wall got me "sittin sideways"
And I forget about the homie Mike Jones
Mike Jones, Skeet screw the fuckin song
I fuck Slim Thug and my nigga Bun B
Can't do that 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 drivers seat, motherfucker don't me
Turnin Spider Loc against me, cause your scared to get me
'cause know whats up, Bloods still got for em'
Come to the block, I'll off the rub for em'
Ask for G-unit, its a rap
Ma$e it out alive, thank God for that
If Dipset get you, Jesse Jackson will
And if all fails, I'll see you in hell
Wear that G-unit when you come to L.A.
I have a nigga parkin cars, dressed up like
He gonna turn back when the gun in his face
The real chain in Chicago when I'm takin the fake
You can call who you want, I givin back shit
Unless Olivia show the world she got a dick
seem to save her life, but she talk a lot of shit
And I want my 10 G's cause Yayo a brick
I guess my G-Unot tattoo was a move
Cause in the end you a 100 Mil. to a cartoon
3 years you got tatted by cartoon
The beef is over, G-Unit is fall apart soon

Faggot ass
I guess I win
is a game of chess nigga...
Some King, Some
Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, Young Buck, Pastor fuckin
You is pawns
50, or Boo Boo, or Curtis, or Chicken Little,
Stop Snitchin, Lying!, In Stores December 6th
The DVD, Its a tell all
Yea, my documentaries be better than your nigga, Hahaha
I drove by house nigga
Go buy the DVD, $16,99
At your local 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
me, The G-A-M-E, gone