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

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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 scream
G-U-N-O-T, now thats for Billboard, in peace
And since my nigga died, I been stress no
suicide in my Lexus jeep
I tried twice but I make my death complete
I guess you could say Mya got the of me
back from the dead to address the beef
Kiss my bitch and accept defeat
Cause I hate it bullies try to test the weak
Thats I go bishop and juice and start flexin heat
You could get it in the just like Raheem
Cause running with a is not quite my thing
I to take Buck with me, but he stayed on the scene
all I can do now is pray for Supreme
While I finish my 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 out the house, You a failure now
And Game grew up to be a problem child
I whip yo head boy, for Kanye West
I yo head boy, with the back of my tech
Yeap, your fuckin fell flat without me
You mad, what you do rap about me?
Your bars is garbage, hooks is mediocre
And your new shoes look like pennyloafers
Try to walk in my shoes a
Hurricanes in stores the day after Christmas, fuck Reeboks
You a steroid addict, you Detox
Hopefully you make it out in to be on Detox
Cause BlackWallstreet expandin, yea I bought 3
My CL so smooth, it should of came with Pete
And lets not who made me hot
It was Dr. Dre that me out the weed spot.
You credit, forget it, I did it on my own
Gave you 300 bars, said I'm gone
But I'm back, this is rap and a is a fact
say once you turn snitch, you never go back
Heres a picture of Ja Rule, hold that
goes around comes around, get used to the gold plaques
Homie got cheese, but he feed no rats
I show the world my dick if Lloyd go plat
I'm lyrically insane, Lloyd Banks know
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 whos the boss, nigga my deep

But Glasses Malone is not to BlackWallstreet
don't, don't, don't, don't, don't believe the hype
Hear that
And don't be alarmed, this is not a
But my logo kinda 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 always
So on behalf of Eric Wright, my nigga you chill
I'm the you new westcoast nigga's got a deal
While I was doin mixtapes, they was College Hill
For real, you ain't got half my skill
I run this shit OJ and pass for the bills
Trying so hard to be a gangsta, you seethrough
Posing 50 on the cover of the GQ
Button up shirt the cut off sleeves
I got twin desert eagles, suck on these
I got that CEO flow, yea my are sweet
Like in Takeover, chewin out Mobb Deep
Like Pac on Hit Em Up, chewin out Deep
Don't one of you niggas got sickas, fuck talk is cheap
When I see you, and I'm see you
Imma strip you down asshole naked and thats how leave you
Then Imma find Havoc, make him walk through Queens
With Black tattooed on his back
Nigga's signed to G-unit, now bustin 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 wonder why I always say fuck rap niggas
So Imma break it down for MC's and
If you hear your name, let the beef begin
Ain't got shit Hov, I like the nigga style
Nas is my nigga, I bangin him for a while
I fuck Fat Joe, he got the streets locked
And thats the same I fuck with Kiss and D-Block
Place in the number 3 spot
And is like my big brother, we both 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 like Wall got me "sittin sideways"
And I can't forget about the homie Mike
Who? Jones, Skeet screw the fuckin song
I fuck with Thug and my nigga Bun B
Can't do without saying free pimp c
And thats the why 50 try to pimp me
So I went window and bought 2 Bentlys
I'm in the seat, motherfucker don't tempt me
Turnin Spider Loc against me, cause your to come get me
'cause whats 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
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 G-unit spinner when you come to L.A.
I have a parkin cars, dressed up like valet
He gonna turn back pastor when the gun in his
The real chain in Chicago when I'm takin the fake
You can call who you want, I ain't givin back
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 cause Yayo a brick
I guess my G-Unot tattoo was a smart
in the end you lost a 100 Mil. to a cartoon
3 after you got tatted by cartoon
The beef is over, G-Unit is fall apart soon

Faggot ass
I guess I win
Life is a of chess nigga...
Some King, Queens
Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, Young Buck, fuckin Ma$e
You is pawns
50, or Boo Boo, or Curtis, or Chicken Little,
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 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
me, The G-A-M-E, gone