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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

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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

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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

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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

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"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!

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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

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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

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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

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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!

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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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