The Game - The Fifth Element (G-Unit Radio) (2004)

Game- 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' gaym 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 Valé he gon' turn back Pastor when a gun in his face the real chain's still in Chicago but i'm takin' the fake you can call who you want, i aint givin' back shit unless Olivia show the whole world she got a dick can't seem to save a life but she talk a lot of shit and i want my 10 g's cuz Yayo caught a brick i guess my G-Unot tattoo is a smart move cuz in the end you lost a 100mill to a cartoon 3 years after you got tatted by cartoon the beef is over, G-Unit gon' fall apart soon.. soon.. soon.. soon (fades....)

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