[50 cent]
Baby this is real sh**
my record sell slow imma show you my dick
[The Game]
Hear the breakdown
No 400 bars yet, I don't need that
I'm gas, your whole click is a**, I mean that.
G-Unot co*ks**er, better believe that
I say it one time, watch the whole world scream back
G-U-N-O-T, now thats for Billboard, rest in peace
And since my n***a died, I been stressin on sleep
Contemplating suicide in my Lexus jeep
I tried twice but I couldn't make my d**h complete
I guess you could say Mya got the best of me
Came back from the dead to address the beef
Kiss my converse b**h and accept defeat
Cause I hate it when bullies try to test the weak
Thats when I go bishop and juice and start flexin heat
You could get it in the stomach just like Raheem
Cause running with a snitch is not quite my thing
I tried to take Buck with me, but he stayed on the scene
Guess all I can do now is pray for Supreme
While I finish my next album, 5 million and countin
Anticipating, tellin the world I did it without him
If Aftermath was a family that didn't have a mother
I'd be Dre's newborn, you'd be the jealous older brother
Yea, daddy love us but in the meanwhile
You talkin behind his back and in his face you smile
You moved out the house, You a failure now
And lil' Game grew up to be a problem child
I whip yo head boy, that's for Kanye West
I whip yo head boy, with the back of my tech
Yeap, your f**in group fell flat without me
You mad, what you gonna do rap about me?
Your bars is part garbage, hooks is mediocre
And your new shoes look like Reebok pennyloafers
Try to walk in my shoes a block
Hurricanes in stores the day after Christmas, n***a f** Reeboks
You a steroid addict, you need Detox
Hopefully you make it out in time to be on Detox
Cause BlackWallstreet expandin, yea I bought 3 blocks
My CL so smooth, it should of came with Pete Rock
And lets not forget who made me hot
It was Dr. Dre that took me out the we spot.
You want credit, forget it, I did it on my own
Gave you 300 bars, then said I'm gone
But I'm back, this is rap and a fact is a fact
They say once you turn snitch, you never go back
Heres a picture of Ja Rule, motherf**er hold that
What goes around comes around, get used to the gold plaques
Homie got cheese, but he dont feed no rats
I show the world my dick if Lloyd Banks go plat
I'm lyrically insane, Lloyd Banks know that
He told me I was like a Big Daddy Kane throwback
Started with 1 brick, built my own company
And don't spread news about it unless it come from me
Guess whos the boss, n***a my squad deep
But Gla**es Malone is not signed to BlackWallstreet
n***a don't, don't, don't, don't, don't believe the hype
Hear that Mike?
And don't be alarmed, this is not a diss
But missusing my logo kinda got me pissed
And I got enough beef, now Lil' Easy dissin
He don't write his own raps, so I gotta forgive him
I got love for ya pops and I always will
So on behalf of Eric Wright, my n***a you gotta chill
I'm the reason you new westcoast n***a's got a deal
While I was doin mixtapes, they was watching college hill
For real, you mothaf**a's ain't got half my sk**
I run this sh** like OJ and pa** for the bills
Trying so hard to be a gangsta, n***a you seethrough
Posing like 50 on the cover of the GQ
bu*ton up shirt with the cut off sleeves
I got twin desert eagles, n***a s** on these
I got that CEO flow, yea my bars are sweet
Like Hova in Takeover, chewin out Mobb Deep
Like Pac on Hit Em Up, chewin out Mobb Deep
Don't one of you n***as got sickas, f** your talk is cheap
When I see you, and I'm gonna see you
Imma strip you down a**hole naked and thats how Imma leave you
Then Imma find Havoc, make him walk through Queens new
With Black Wallstreet tattooed on his back
n***a's signed to G-unit, now they bustin guns
But last week it was: "My n***a Game, what up dun?"
See thats what the f** I mean, you can't trust these rap n***as
And you wonder why I always say f** these rap n***as
So Imma break it down for MC's and friends
If you don't hear your name, let the beef begin
Ain't got sh** against Hov, I like the n***a style
Nas is my n***a, I been bangin him for a while
I f** with Fat Joe, he got the streets locked
And thats the same reason I f** with Kiss and D-Block
Place Eminem in the number 3 spot
And Snoop is like my big brother, we both raised my the Doc.
Young Jeezy you hot, we both new to this
While I'm in the ATL, shout out to Ludacris
Cause your uncle Scarface show me that crime pays
Just like Paul Wall got me sittin sideways
And I can't forget about the homie Mike Jones
Who? Mike Jones, Skee screw the f**in song
I f** with Slim Thug and my n***a bun b
Can't do that without saying free Pimp C
And thats the reason why 50 try to pimp me
So I went window shoppin and bought 2 Bentlys
I'm in the drivers seat, motherf**er don't tempt me
Turnin Spider Loc against me, cause your scared to come get me
Cuz know whats up, Bloods still got love for him
Come to the block, I'll shake off the rub for him
Ask for G-unit, motherf**er its a rap
Mase made it out alive, thank God for that
If Dipset don't get you, Jesse Jackson will
And if all else fails, I'll see you in hell
Wear that G-unit spinner when you come to L.A.
I have a n***a parkin cars, dressed up like valet
He gonna turn back pastor when the gun in his face
The real chain still in Chicago when I'm takin the fake
You can call who you want, I ain't givin back sh**
Unless Olivia show the whole world she got a dick
Can't seem to save her life, but she talk a lot of sh**
And I want my 10 G's cause Yayo caught a brick
I guess my G-Unot tattoo was a smart move
Cause in the end you lost a 100 Mil. to a cartoon
3 years after you got tatted by cartoon
The beef is over, G-Unit is gonna fall apart soon
Hahahahaha
f*ggot a** n***as
I guess I win n***a
Life is a game of chess n***a...
Some King, Some Queens
Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, Young Buck, Past the f**in Mase
You n***as is pawns
50, or Boo Boo, or Curtis, or Chicken Little, Hahaha
Stop Snitchin, Stop Lying, In Stores December 6th
The DVD, Its a tell all motherf**ers
Yea, my documentaries be better than your movies n***a, Hahaha
I drove by your house n***a
Go buy the DVD, $16,99 n***a
At your local record store, Blockbuster, Sam Goody, Warehouse
Shout out to the moms and pops, for helping me slay them f*ggots.
G-gu-g-g-gu, G-gu-g-g-gu, G-gu-g-g-gu, G-UNOT! Hahahaha
Pop off n***a, Hahahaha, Pop off
It's me, The G-A-M-E, gone