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

Game]
Hit a
No 400 bars yet, I need that
I'm gas, your click is ass, I mean that.
G-Unot cocksucker, believe that
I say it one time, watch the world scream back
G-U-N-O-T, now thats for Billboard, rest in
And since my nigga died, I been no sleep
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 converse bitch and accept
Cause I it when bullies try to test the weak
Thats I go bishop and juice and start flexin heat
You could get it in the stomach just like
Cause running 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
I finish my next album, 5 million and countin
Anticipating, tellin the world I did it him
If Aftermath was a family didn't 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 and in his face you smile
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 boy, with the back of my tech
Yeap, your group fell flat without me
You mad, you gonna do rap about me?
Your is park garbage, hooks is mediocre
And your new shoes look like Reebok
Try to walk in my a block
Hurricanes in stores the day after Christmas, nigga fuck
You a steroid addict, you need
Hopefully you make it out in to be on Detox
Cause BlackWallstreet expandin, yea I 3 blocks
My CL so smooth, it of came with Pete Rock
And not forget 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, then I'm gone
But I'm back, is rap and a fact is a fact
They say once you turn snitch, you go back
a picture of Ja Rule, motherfucker hold that
What goes comes around, get used to the gold plaques
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 Daddy Kane
with 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 signed to
Nigga don't, don't, don't, don't, don't believe the
Hear that
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 for ya pops and I always will
So on of Eric Wright, my nigga you gotta chill
I'm the reason you new nigga's got a deal
I was doin mixtapes, they was watching College Hill
For real, you mothafucka's got half my skill
I run this shit like OJ and for the bills
Trying so hard to be a gangsta, nigga you
Posing 50 on the cover of the GQ
Button up shirt with the cut off
I got twin desert eagles, suck on these
I got CEO flow, yea my bars are sweet
Hova in Takeover, chewin out Mobb Deep
Like Pac on Hit Em Up, out Mobb Deep
Don't one of you niggas got sickas, fuck your talk is
When I see you, and I'm see you
Imma strip you down asshole and thats how Imma leave you
Then Imma find Havoc, him walk through Queens nude
With Black Wallstreet on his back
Nigga's signed to G-unit, now they bustin
But last it was: "My nigga Game, what up dun?"
See thats the fuck I mean, you can't trust these rap niggas
And you wonder why I say fuck these rap niggas
So break it down for MC's and friends
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 fuck with Kiss and
Place in the number 3 spot
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, out to Ludacris
Cause your uncle Scarface me that crime pays
Just Paul Wall got me "sittin sideways"
And I can't forget about the homie Jones
Who? Mike Jones, screw the fuckin song
I fuck with Slim and my nigga Bun B
Can't do that saying free pimp c
And the reason why 50 try to pimp me
So I window shoppin and bought 2 Bentlys
I'm in the drivers seat, motherfucker don't me
Turnin Loc against me, cause your scared to come get me
'cause know whats up, Bloods got love for em'
to the block, I'll 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
that 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 still in Chicago when I'm takin the fake
You can who you want, I ain't givin back shit
Unless Olivia show the whole world she got a
Can't seem to save her life, but she talk a lot of
And I want my 10 G's Yayo caught 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 gonna apart soon

ass niggas
I guess I win
Life is a of chess nigga...
Some King, Some
Lloyd Banks, Yayo, Young Buck, Pastor fuckin Ma$e
You is pawns
50, or Boo Boo, or Curtis, or Chicken Little,
Stop Snitchin, Lying!, In Stores December 6th
The DVD, Its a all motherfuckers
Yea, my be better than your movies 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,