The Game - I Got A Million On It (Yukmouth Diss) lyrics

Ahh sh** G-G-G-G-G... G-G-G-G-Unit I thought all that beefin was over man Squashed it man, been there done that Somebody had to gon' on and f*ck it up No more Bleek and Buddens I was hopin' for silence Till the little sleeping beauty, went and woke the giant This little b**h from The Luniz want beef he liein' So I called E-40, and tried to seize the violence I got n***as on the island, for puttin' in stainless work With vaseline on they palms, gettin' ready to "Bang Em Smurf" (you little b**h) I here him screamin' in Compton, sound like my b**h cummin' You wasn't never f*ckin' with G-Unit, quit frontin' For domination be Lisa Leslie, a big woman With a nine on the back, I'm gonna catch that b**h runnin' Shove a .40 in his throat, now n***a spit somethin' And get lost boy, go visit your big cousin I got fish to fry, throw a line in the pacific With c**aine on the hook, for this "Luniz" a** n***a You a b**h, how you call your self the Ice Cream Man When Master P took your name and your ice cream van Made 500 million, that's your homey though Took your man hood, gave your sh** to Lil'Romeo This n***a, 5 foot 2, talkin' that big sh** You got "5 On It"? that money went to Chris Hicks Tryin' to diss Too $hort for doin' his pimp sh** n***a you been gitten f*cked, swallowin' big dicks Pac knew he was a p**y, that's why he ran south Signed to Rap-A-Lot, they never put his a** out Hid behind Lil' J, all the sudden you thugged out Ran back to the Bay, sleepin' on wannabe cuz couch How you drop 5 albums, don't own one house Or get the balls to call me, Banks, and Buck out It's G-Unit b**h, let me show you what blood bout When my blood pressure rise, I bring the bloods out Put the barrell on his neck, blow his guts out Now that's whats you call a "Yukmouth" Yeah, you little f*ggot a** b**h Yeah n***a, on the motherf*ckin' internet with that f*ggot a** footage n***a You little b**h a** n***a, Domination, n***a I'll put braids in your hair motherf*cker See how you like when it's motherf*ckin' 50 Cal, n***a Blow your motherf*ckin' brains out n***a, i'll braid your hair you little b**h Back to you n***a, n***a with the dreads, you f*ckin Jafakin Motherf*ckin' f*ggot a** n***a Yeah I seen you in the club n***a, asked you did you had beef with G-Unit n***a n***a you ain't say sh** n***a "That ain't me man, that was C-Bo, man, this Regime, this Regime, man, Bay area, Bay area" Man i'll beat the sh** out you, you f*ckin little punk And when I catch you n***a, you gonna need Dr.Dre to get my motherf*ckin' G-6 out you a** You b**h, you f*ggot a** n***a, and don't try to turn the Bay 'gainst me n***a I got n***as in your town that will f*ck you up Vallejo, Filmoe, San Fransico, Sac-town, Oakland Compton's most n***a G-G-G-G .. G-G-G-G-Unit Thought I was done huh? you little b**h I ain't finished with yo' a** yet n***a, when I see you I'ma beat the sh** outta you n***a To a motherf*ckin' pulp, on camera n***a Since you like playin' with little camcorders and sh** you motherf*ckin f*ggot And I got a mill on that, what the f*ck is 5 dollars n***a G-G-G-G-G-Unit