Baby this is real my sell slow imma show you my dick (reapets 7x)
[The Hit a No 400 yet, I don't need that I'm gas, your whole is ass, I mean that. cocksucker, better believe that I say it one time, watch the whole scream back G-U-N-O-T, now thats for Billboard, in peace And my nigga died, I been stress no sleep 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 back the dead to address the beef Kiss my converse bitch and defeat Cause I hate it when bullies try to the weak Thats when I go bishop and juice and flexin heat You could get it in the just like Raheem running with a snitch is not quite my thing I tried to take Buck 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 world I did it him If Aftermath was a that didn't have a mother I'd be Dre's newborn, be the jealous older brother 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 lil' Game 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 fuckin group fell without me You mad, you gonna do rap about me? Your bars is park garbage, is mediocre And your new shoes look like pennyloafers Try to walk in my a block 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 expandin, yea I bought 3 blocks My CL so smooth, it should of came Pete Rock And lets not who made me hot It was Dr. Dre took me out the weed spot. You want credit, 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 once you turn snitch, you never go Heres a picture of Ja Rule, hold that What goes around comes around, get used to the plaques Homie got cheese, but he feed no rats I show the world my dick if Lloyd 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 about 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, believe the hype Hear Mike? And don't be alarmed, is not a diss But my logo kinda got me pissed And I got enough beef, now Lil' Eazy He write his own raps, so I gotta forgive him I got for ya pops and I always will So on behalf of Eric Wright, my you gotta chill I'm the reason you new westcoast got a deal While I was doin mixtapes, they was watching College For real, you mothafucka's ain't got my skill I run this shit like OJ and for the bills Trying so hard to be a gangsta, you seethrough Posing 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 Deep Pac on Hit Em Up, chewin out Mobb Deep Don't one of you got sickas, fuck your talk is cheap When I see you, and I'm see you Imma strip you down asshole naked and thats how Imma you Then Imma find Havoc, make him walk through Queens With Wallstreet tattooed on his back Nigga's to G-unit, now they bustin guns But week it was: "My nigga Game, what up dun?" See thats what the I mean, you can't trust these rap niggas And you wonder why I always say fuck rap niggas So Imma it down for MC's and friends If you don't hear your name, let the beef Ain't got shit against Hov, I 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 reason I fuck with Kiss and D-Block Eminem in the number 3 spot And Snoop is like my big brother, we raised by the Doc. Jeezy you hot, we both new to this While I'm in the ATL, out to Ludacris your uncle Scarface show me that crime pays Just Paul Wall got me "sittin sideways" And I can't forget the homie Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones, Skeet screw the song I with Slim Thug and my nigga Bun B Can't do that without saying pimp c And the reason why 50 try to pimp me So I went window shoppin and bought 2 I'm in the seat, motherfucker don't tempt me Turnin Loc against me, cause your scared to come get me 'cause whats up, Bloods still got love for em' Come to the block, I'll off the rub for em' Ask for G-unit, its a rap Ma$e it out alive, thank God for that If Dipset don't get you, Jesse Jackson And if all else fails, see you in hell that G-unit spinner when you come to L.A. I have a nigga parkin cars, up like valet He gonna turn back pastor when the gun in his The real still in Chicago when I'm takin the fake You can call who you want, I givin back shit Unless Olivia show the whole she got a dick seem to save her life, but she talk a lot of shit And I want my 10 G's cause caught a brick I guess my G-Unot tattoo was a smart Cause in the end you a 100 Mil. to a cartoon 3 after you got tatted by cartoon The is over, G-Unit is gonna fall apart soon
Faggot ass I I win nigga is a game of chess nigga... Some King, Some Lloyd Banks, Yayo, Young Buck, Pastor fuckin Ma$e You niggas is 50, or Boo Boo, or Curtis, or Little, Hahaha Stop Snitchin, Stop Lying!, In Stores 6th The DVD, Its a all motherfuckers 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 moms and pops, for helping me 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,