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120 Bars

アーティスト:The Game 

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50 Cent (sample from "Just A Touch") Baby this is real shit My record sell slow imma show you my dick My record sell slow imma show you my dick My record sell slow imma show you my dick My record sell slow imma show you my dick My record sell slow imma show you my dick My record sell slow imma show you my dick My record sell slow imma show you my dick C'mon, Game! It's the last one! No more after this, man, f'real! Stop Snitchin, Stop Lyin! The Game Here the 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 that's for Billboard, rest in peace And since my nigga died, I been stressed, 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 That's when I go Bishop in 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 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 Yeah, 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, yeah I bought 3 blocks My CL so smooth, it should've came with Pete Rock And let's 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 dont feed no rats "I'll 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 West Coast niggas got a deal While I was doin mixtapes, they was watching College Hill For real, you motherfuckers


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