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120 Bars - текст песни



120 Bars


[Intro: 50 Cent]


Baby this is real shit


my record sell slow I'm show you my dick [x7]




[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 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 *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, 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, what up dun?"


See thats what the fuck I mean, you can't trust these rap niggas


And you wonder why I always say fuck these rap niggas


So I'm 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 fuck with Fat Joe, he got the streets locked


And thats the same reason I fuck 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 fuckin song (Texts of songs )


I fuck 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 Bentleys


I'm in the drivers seat, motherfucker don't tempt me


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


Cuz 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, motherfucker 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




[Outro:]


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 fuckin Ma$e


You niggas is pawns


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


Stop Snitchin, Stop Lying!, In Stores December 6th


The DVD, Its a tell all motherfuckers


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



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