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Hear the breakdown, no 400 bars yet, i dont need that
i'm gas, your whole clique 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 thats for Billboard rest in peace
and since my nigga died i been stressed, no sleep
contemplatin' 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
cuz i hate it when bullies try to test the weak
thats when i go bishop and juice and start flexin heat
you can get it in the stomach, just like Rahim
cuz runnin with a snitch is not quite my thing
i tried to take Buck with me, but he stayed on the scene
guess all i could do now is pray for Supreme
when i finished my next album, 5 million and countin'
anticipatin' tellin' the world i did it without him
if Aftermath was a family, that didnt 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
yep your fuckin' group fell flat without me
you mad, what you gon' do rap about me?
your bars are part-garbage, hooks is mediocre
and your new shoes look like Reebok Penny-loafers
tryna walk in my shoes a block
Hurricanes in stores the day after Christman nigga fuck Reeboks
you a steroid addict, you need detox
hopefully you make it out in time to be on Detox
cuz Black Wall Street expandin' yeah i bought 3 blocks
my CL so smooth it shouldda come out with Pete Rock
and lets 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 im 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 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 one brick, built my own company
and dont spread news about it unless it come from me
guess who's the boss, nigga my squad is deep
but Glasses Malone is not signed to Black Wall Street
nigga don't, don't, don't, don't, don't believe the hype hear that mic
and don't be alarmed this is not a diss
but mis-using my logo kinda got me pissed
and i got enough beef, now Lil' Eazy dissin
he dont write his own raps so i gotta forgive him
i got love for your pops and i always will
so on behalf of Eric Wright ma nigga you gotta chill
im the reason new Westcoast niggaz got a deal
while i was doing mixtapes, they was watchin college reels
fo' real you motherfuckers aint got half my skill
i run this shit like OJ and pass for the steel
tryin so hard to be a gangsta nigga you see-through
posin like 50 on the cover of the GQ
button up shirt with the cut-off sleeves
i got twin desert eagles nigga suck on these
i got the CEO flow yeah my bars are sweet
like Hov will take over chewin' out Mobb Deep
like Pac on Hit Em Up chewin' out Mobb Deep
dont one of you niggaz got sickers, fuck it talk is cheap
when i see you, and i'm gon' see you
i'ma strip you down asshole naked, and thats how i'ma leave you
then i'ma find Havoc make him walk through Queens knew
with Black Wall Street tatted on his back
nigga signed to G-Unit now they buss their guns
but last week it was "My nigga Game what up dunn"
see thats what the fuck i mean you cant trust these rap niggaz
and you wonder why i always say fuck these rap niggaz
so i'ma break it down for Emcees and friends
if you dont hear your name let the beef begin
aint got shit against Hov, i like the nigga style
Nas is my nigga i been bangin' him for a hile
i fuck with Fat Joe he got the streets locked
and that's the same reason i fuck with Kiss in D-Block
place Eminem in the number two spot
and Snoop is like my big brother we both raise by the Doc
Young Jeezy you hot, we both new to this
while i'm in the ATL shout out to Ludacris
cuz your uncle Scarface show me that crime pays
just like Paul Wall got me sittin' sideways
and i cant forget about the homie Mike Jones
who.. Mike Jones.. Skee screw the fuckin' song
i fuck with Slim Thugga and my nigga Bun B
cayne do that without sayin' free Pimp C
and thats the reason why 50 tried to pimp me
so i went window shoppin' and bought two Bentley's
im in the driver seat motherfucker dont tempt me
turnin Spider Loc against me cuz you scared to come get me
Cuz know what's up, Bloods still got love for um
come to the block, i shake off the rub for um
as for G-Unit, motherfucker its a rap
Mase made it out alive thank God for that
if Dipset dont get you Jesse Jackson will
and if all else fails i'll see you in hell
way that G-unit spin that when you come to L.A
i have a nigga parkin' cars dressed up like Val