Baby this is real shit
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my record sell slow imma show you my dick (reapets 7x)
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[The Game]
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Hit a breakdown
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No 400 bars yet, I don't need that
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I'm gas, your whole click is ass, I mean that.
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G-Unot cocksucker, better believe that
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I say it one time, watch the whole world scream back
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G-U-N-O-T, now thats for Billboard, rest in peace
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And since my nigga died, I been stress no sleep
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Contemplating suicide in my Lexus jeep
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I tried twice but I couldn't make my death complete
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I guess you could say Mya got the best of me
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Came back from the dead to address the beef
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Kiss my converse bitch and accept defeat
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Cause I hate it when bullies try to test the weak
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Thats when I go bishop and juice and start flexin heat
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You could get it in the stomach just like Raheem
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Cause running with a snitch is not quite my thing
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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
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While I finish my next album, 5 million and countin
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Anticipating, tellin the world I did it without him
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If Aftermath was a family that didn't have a mother
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I'd be Dre's newborn, you'd be the jealous older brother
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Yea, daddy love us but in the meanwhile
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You talkin behind his back and in his face you smile
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You moved out the house, You a failure now
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And lil' Game grew up to be a problem child
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I whip yo head boy, that's for Kanye West
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I whip yo head boy, with the back of my tech
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Yeap, your fuckin group fell flat without me
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You mad, what you gonna do rap about me?
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Your bars is park garbage, hooks is mediocre
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And your new shoes look like Reebok pennyloafers
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Try to walk in my shoes a block
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Hurricanes in stores the day after Christmas, nigga fuck Reeboks
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You a steroid addict, you need Detox
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Hopefully you make it out in time to be on Detox
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Cause BlackWallstreet expandin, yea I bought 3 blocks
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My CL so smooth, it should of came with Pete Rock
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And lets not forget who made me hot
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It was Dr. Dre that took me out the weed spot.
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You want credit, forget it, I did it on my own
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Gave you 300 bars, then said I'm gone
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But I'm back, this is rap and a fact is a fact
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They say once you turn snitch, you never go back
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Heres a picture of Ja Rule, motherfucker hold that
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What goes around comes around, get used to the gold plaques
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Homie got cheese, but he dont feed no rats
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I show the world my dick if Lloyd Banks go plat
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I'm lyrically insane, Lloyd Banks know that
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He told me I was like a Big Daddy Kane throwback
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Started with 1 brick, built my own company
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And don't spread news about it unless it come from me
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Guess whos the boss, nigga my squad deep
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But Glasses Malone is not signed to BlackWallstreet
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Nigga don't, don't, don't, don't, don't believe the hype
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Hear that Mike?
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And don't be alarmed, this is not a diss
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But missusing my logo kinda got me pissed
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And I got enough beef, now Lil' Eazy dissin
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He don't write his own raps, so I gotta forgive him
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I got love for ya pops and I always will
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So on behalf of Eric Wright, my nigga you gotta chill
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I'm the reason you new westcoast nigga's got a deal
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While I was doin mixtapes, they was watching College Hill
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For real, you mothafucka's ain't got half my skill
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I run this shit like OJ and pass for the bills
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Trying so hard to be a gangsta, nigga you seethrough
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Posing like 50 on the cover of the GQ
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Button up shirt with the cut off sleeves
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I got twin desert eagles, nigga suck on these
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I got that CEO flow, yea my bars are sweet
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Like Hova in Takeover, chewin out Mobb Deep
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Like Pac on Hit Em Up, chewin out Mobb Deep
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Don't one of you niggas got sickas, fuck your talk is cheap
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When I see you, and I'm gonna see you
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Imma strip you down asshole naked and thats how Imma leave you
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Then Imma find Havoc, make him walk through Queens nude
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With Black Wallstreet tattooed on his back
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Nigga's signed to G-unit, now they bustin guns
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But last week it was: "My nigga Game, what up dun?"
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See thats what the fuck I mean, you can't trust these rap niggas
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And you wonder why I always s |