The Game: 120

[50 cent]Baby this is real shitmy record sell slow imma show you my dick[The Game]Hear the breakdownNo 400 bars yet, I don't need thatI'm gas, your whole click is ass, I mean that.G-Unot cocksucker, better believe thatI say it one time, watch the whole world scream backG-U-N-O-T, now thats for Billboard, rest in peaceAnd since my nigga died, I been stressin on sleepContemplating suicide in my Lexus jeepI tried twice but I couldn't make my death completeI guess you could say Mya got the best of meCame back from the dead to address the beefKiss my converse bitch and accept defeatCause I hate it when bullies try to test the weakThats when I go bishop and juice and start flexin heatYou could get it in the stomach just like RaheemCause running with a snitch is not quite my thingI tried to take Buck with me, but he stayed on the sceneGuess all I can do now is pray for SupremeWhile I finish my next album, 5 million and countinAnticipating, tellin the world I did it without himIf Aftermath was a family that didn't have a motherI'd be Dre's newborn, you'd be the jealous older brotherYea, daddy love us but in the meanwhileYou talkin behind his back and in his face you smileYou moved out the house, You a failure nowAnd lil' Game grew up to be a problem childI whip yo head boy, that's for Kanye WestI whip yo head boy, with the back of my techYeap, your fuckin group fell flat without meYou mad, what you gonna do rap about me?Your bars is part garbage, hooks is mediocreAnd your new shoes look like Reebok pennyloafersTry to walk in my shoes a blockHurricanes in stores the day after Christmas, nigga fuck ReeboksYou a steroid addict, you need DetoxHopefully you make it out in time to be on DetoxCause BlackWallstreet expandin, yea I bought 3 blocksMy CL so smooth, it should of came with Pete RockAnd lets not forget who made me hotIt was Dr. Dre that took me out the we spot.You want credit, forget it, I did it on my ownGave you 300 bars, then said I'm goneBut I'm back, this is rap and a fact is a factThey say once you turn snitch, you never go backHeres a picture of Ja Rule, motherfucker hold thatWhat goes around comes around, get used to the gold plaquesHomie got cheese, but he dont feed no ratsI show the world my dick if Lloyd Banks go platI'm lyrically insane, Lloyd Banks know thatHe told me I was like a Big Daddy Kane throwbackStarted with 1 brick, built my own companyAnd don't spread news about it unless it come from meGuess whos the boss, nigga my squad deepBut Glasses Malone is not signed to BlackWallstreetNigga don't, don't, don't, don't, don't believe the hypeHear that Mike?And don't be alarmed, this is not a dissBut missusing my logo kinda got me pissedAnd I got enough beef, now Lil' Easy dissinHe don't write his own raps, so I gotta forgive himI got love for ya pops and I always willSo on behalf of Eric Wright, my nigga you gotta chillI'm the reason you new westcoast nigga's got a dealWhile I was doin mixtapes, they was watching ????For real, you mothafucka's ain't got half my skillI run this shit like OJ and pass for the billsTrying so hard to be a gangsta, nigga you seethroughPosing like 50 on the cover of the GQButton up shirt with the cut off sleevesI got twin desert eagles, nigga suck on theseI got that CEO flow, yea my bars are sweetLike Hova in Takeover, chewin out Mobb DeepLike Pac on Hit Em Up, chewin out Mobb DeepDon't one of you niggas got sickas, fuck your talk is cheapWhen I see you, and I'm gonna see youImma strip you down asshole naked and thats how Imma leave youThen Imma find Havoc, make him walk through Queens newWith Black Wallstreet tattooed on his backNigga's signed to G-unit, now they bustin gunsBut last week it was: "My nigga Game, what up dun?"See thats what the fuck I mean, you can't trust these rap niggasAnd you wonder why I always say fuck these rap niggasSo Imma break it down for MC's and friendsIf you don't hear your name, let the beef beginAin't got shit against Hov, I like the nigga styleNas is my nigga, I been bangin him for a whileI fuck with Fat Joe, he got the streets lockedAnd thats the same reason I fuck with Kiss and D-BlockPlace Eminem in the number 3 spotAnd Snoop is like my big brother, we both raised my the Doc.Young Jeezy you hot, we both new to thisWhile I'm in the ATL, shout out to LudacrisCause your uncle Scarface show me that crime paysJust like Paul Wall got me sittin sidewaysAnd I can't forget about the homie Mike JonesWho? Mike Jones, Skee screw the fuckin songI fuck with Slim Dogg and my nigga 1 beatCan't do that without saying free Pimp CAnd thats the reason why 50 try to pimp meSo I went window shoppin and bought 2 BentlysI'm in the drivers seat, motherfucker don't tempt meTurnin Spider Loc against me, cause your scared to come get meCuz know whats up, Bloods still got love for himCome to the block, I'll shake off the rub for himAsk for G-unit, motherfucker its a rapMase made it out alive, thank God for thatIf Dipset don't get you, Jesse Jackson willAnd if all else fails, I'll see you in hellWear that G-unit spinner when you come to L.A.I have a nigga parkin cars, dressed up like valetHe gonna turn back pastor when the gun in his faceThe real chain still in Chicago when I'm takin the fakeYou can call who you want, I ain't givin back shitUnless Olivia show the whole world she got a dickCan't seem to save her life, but she talk a lot of shitAnd I want my 10 G's cause Yayo caught a brickI guess my G-Unot tattoo was a smart moveCause in the end you lost a 100 Mil. to a cartoon3 years after you got tatted by cartoonThe beef is over, G-Unit is gonna fall apart soonHahahahahaFaggot ass niggasI guess I win niggaLife is a game of chess nigga...Some King, Some QueensLloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, Young Buck, Past the fuckin MaseYou niggas is pawns50, or Boo Boo, or Curtis, or Chicken Little, HahahaStop Snitchin, Stop Lying, In Stores December 6thThe DVD, Its a tell all motherfuckersYea, my documentaries be better than your movies nigga, HahahaI drove by your house niggaGo buy the DVD, $16,99 niggaAt your local record store, Blockbuster, Sam Goody, WarehouseShout out to the moms and pops, for helping me slay them faggots.G-gu-g-g-gu, G-gu-g-g-gu, G-gu-g-g-gu, G-UNOT! HahahahaPop off nigga, Hahahaha, Pop offIt's me, The G-A-M-E, gone