120 Bars Lyrics - Game

Baby this is real shit 

my record sell slow imma show you my dick (reapets 7x) 

(The Game) 

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 f**kin 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 f**k 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 CL so smooth, 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, motherf**ker 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 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 

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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 mothaf**ka'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 

Photos 

Button up shirt with the cut off sleeves 

I got twin desert eagles, nigga suck on these 

I got that CEO flow, yea 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, f**k your talk is cheap 

When I see you, and I'm gonna see you 

Imma strip you down asshole naked and thats how Imma leave you 

Then Imma 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, what up dun?" 

See thats what the f**k I mean, you can't trust these rap niggas 

And you wonder why I always say f**k these rap niggas 

So Imma break it down for MC's and friends 

If you don't hear your name, let the beef begin 

Ain't got shit against Hov, I like the nigga style 

Nas is my nigga, I been bangin him for a while 

I f**k with Fat Joe, he got the streets locked 

And thats the same reason I f**k with Kiss and D-Block 

Place Eminem in the number 3 spot 

And Snoop is like my big brother, we both raised by the Doc. 

Young Jeezy you hot, we both new to this 

While I'm in the ATL, shout out to Ludacris 

Cause your uncle Scarface show me that crime pays 

Just like Paul Wall got me "sittin sideways" 

And I can't forget about the homie Mike Jones 

Who? Mike Jones, Skeet screw the f**kin song 

I f**k with Slim Thug and my nigga Bun B 

Can't do that without saying free pimp c 

And thats the reason why 50 try to pimp me 

So I went window shoppin and bought 2 Bentlys 

I'm in the drivers seat, motherf**ker don't tempt me 

Turnin Spider Loc against me, cause your scared to come get me 

'cause know whats up, Bloods still got love for em' 

Come to the block, I'll shake off the rub for em' 

Ask for G-unit, motherf**ker its a rap 

Ma$e made it out alive, thank God for that 

If Dipset don't get you, Jesse Jackson will 

And if all else fails, I'll see you in hell 

Wear that G-unit spinner when you come to L.A. 

I have a nigga parkin cars, dressed up like valet 

He gonna turn back pastor when the gun in his face 

The real chain still in Chicago when I'm takin the fake 

You can call who you want, I ain't givin back shit 

Unless Olivia show the whole world she got a dick 

Can't seem to save her life, but she talk a lot of shit 

And I want my 10 G's cause Yayo caught a brick 

I guess my G-Unot tattoo was a smart move 

Cause in the end you lost a 100 Mil. to a cartoon 

3 years after you got tatted by cartoon 

The beef is over, G-Unit is gonna fall apart soon 

Hahahahaha 

Faggot ass niggas 

I guess I win nigga 

Life is a game of chess nigga... 

Some King, Some Queens 

Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, Young Buck, Pastor f**kin Ma$e 

You niggas is pawns 

50, or Boo Boo, or Curtis, or Chicken Little, Hahaha 

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The DVD, Its a tell all motherf**kers 

Yea, my documentaries be better than your movies nigga, Hahaha 

I drove by your house nigga 

Go buy the DVD, $16, 99 nigga 

At your local record store, Blockbuster, Sam Goody, Warehouse 

Shout out to the moms and pops, for helping me slay dem faggots. 

G-gu-g-g-gu, G-gu-g-g-gu, G-gu-g-g-gu, G-UNOT! Hahahaha 

Pop off nigga, Hahahaha, Pop off 

It's me, The G-A-M-E, gone