50 Cent (sample from "Just A Touch")
Baby this is real shit
My record sell slow imma show you my dick
My record sell slow imma show you my dick
My record sell slow imma show you my dick
My record sell slow imma show you my dick
My record sell slow imma show you my dick
My record sell slow imma show you my dick
My record sell slow imma show you my dick
DJ Clue (speaking over the sample): C'mon, Game! It's the last one! No more after this, man, f'real! Stop Snitchin, Stop Lyin!
The Game
Here the breakdown
No 400 bars yet, I don't need that
I'm gas, your whole click is ass, I mean that
G-Unot cocksucker, better believe that
I say it one time, watch the whole world scream back
G-U-N-O-T
Now that's for Billboard, rest in peace
And since my nigga died, I been stressed, no sleep
Contemplating suicide in my Lexus jeep
I tried twice but I couldn't make my death complete
I guess you could say Mya got the best of me
Came back from the dead to address the beef
Kiss my Converse, bitch, and accept defeat
'Cause I hate it when bullies try to test the weak
That's when I go Bishop in 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
Yeah, 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'll whip yo head boy, that's for Kanye West
I'll whip yo head boy, with the back of my tech
Yeah, your fuckin group fell flat without me
You mad? What you gonna do, rap about me?
Your bars is park 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, nigga fuck Reeboks
You a steroid addict, you need Detox
Hopefully you make it out in time to be on Detox
'Cause BlackWallStreet expandin, yeah I bought 3 blocks
My CL so smooth, it should've came with Pete Rock
And let's not forget who made me hot
It was Dr. Dre that took me out the weed 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, motherfucker hold that
What goes around comes around, get used to the gold plaques
Homie got cheese, but he dont feed no rats
"I'll 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, nigga my squad deep
But Glasses Malone is not signed to BlackWallstreet
Nigga 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' Eazy 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 nigga, you gotta chill!
I'm the reason you new West Coast niggas got a deal
While I was doin mixtapes, they was watching College Hill
For real, you motherfuckers ain't got half my skill
I run this shit like OJ and pass for the bills
Trying so hard to be a gangsta, nigga you seethrough
Posing like 50 on the cover of the GQ
Buttoned-up shirt with the cut off sleeves
I got twin Desert Eagles, nigga suck 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 niggas got sickle cell" -- fuck it; talk is cheap!
When I see you, and I'm gonna see you,
Imma strip you down asshole naked and thats how Imma leave you
Then Imma find Havoc, make him walk through Queens nude
With Black Wallstreet tattooed on his back
Niggas signed to G-unit, now they bustin guns
But last week it was:
Prodigy: "My nigga Game! What up, dunn?"
See thats what the fuck I mean, you can't trust these rap niggas!
And you wonder why I always say "Fuck these rap niggas!"?
So Imma break it down for MC's and friends
If you don't hear your name, let the beef begin:
Ain't got shit against Hov, I like the nigga style
Nas is my nigga, I been bangin him for a while
I fuck with Fat Joe, he got the streets locked
And that's the same reason I fuck with Kiss and D-Block
Place Eminem in the number 3 spot
And Snoop is like my big brother, we both raised by 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 sidewayz"
And I can't forget about the homie Mike Jones
Who? Mike Jones! Skeet, screw the fuckin song!
I fuck with Slim Thug and my nigga Bun B
Can't do that without saying "Free Pimp C!"
And that's the reason why 50 try to pimp me
So I went window shoppin and bought 2 Bentleys
I'm in the driver's seat, motherfucker don't tempt me
Turnin Spider Loc against me, 'cause you scared to come get me
Cuz know what's up, Bloods still got love for him
Come to the block, I'll shake off the rub for him
As for G-Unit, motherfucker its a wrap
Ma$e made it out alive, thank God for that
If Dipset don't get you, Jesse Jackson will
And if all else fails, I'll see you in hell
Wear that G-Unit spinner when you come to L.A.
I have a nigga parkin cars, dressed up like valet
He gonna turn back pastor when the gun in his face
The real chain still in Chicago when I'm takin the fake
You can call who you want, I ain't givin back shit
Unless Olivia "show the whole world she got a dick"
Can't sing to save her life, but she talk a lot of shit
And I want my 10 G's 'cause Yayo caught a brick
I guess my G-Unot tattoo was a smart move
'Cause in the end you lost a 100 Mil. to a cartoon
3 years after you got tatted by Cartoon
The beef is over, G-Unit is gonna fall apart -- soon!
spoken:
Hahahahaha!
Faggot ass niggas!
I guess I win, nigga.
Life is a game of chess, nigga:
Some Kings, Some Queens.
Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, Young Buck, Pastor fuckin Ma$e:
You niggas is pawns!
50, or Boo Boo, or Curtis, or Chicken Little, Hahaha
Stop Snitchin, Stop Lyin, In Stores December 6th
The DVD, It's a tell all motherfuckers!
Yeah, my documentaries be better than your movies, nigga! Hahaha!
I drove by your house, nigga!
Go buy the DVD, $16.99 nigga!
At your local record store, Blockbuster, Sam Goody, Warehouse. Shout out to the moms 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! Hahahaha!
Pop off nigga! Hahahaha, pop off nigga! Hahahaha, pop off!
It's me, The G-A-M-E, gone!
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