120 bars

baby this is real shit

my record sell slow i'm show you my dick

hit a 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 thats for billboard

rest in peace

and since my nigga died

i been stress 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

thats when i go bishop and 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

yea

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 whip yo head boy

that's for kanye west

i whip yo head boy

with the back of my tech

yeap

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

yea i bought 3 blocks

my so

it should of came 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 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 don't 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 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 westcoast nigga's got a deal

while i was doin mixtapes

they was watching college hill

for real

you motherfuck's 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

button up shirt with the cut off sleeves

i got twin desert eagles

nigga suck on these

i got that ceo flow

yeah 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 sickas cell

fuck your talk is cheap

when i see you

and i'm gonna see you

i'm strip you down asshole naked and thats how i'm leave you

then i'm find havoc

make him walk through queens nude

with black wallstreet tattooed on his back

nigga's signed to g-unit

now they bustin guns

but last week it was: my nigga game