game - i got a million on it lyrics
[intro: game]
ahh sh-t
g-g-g-g-g … g-g-g-g-unit
i thought all that beefin was over man
squashed it man, been there done that
somebody had to gon’ on and f-ck it up
[game]
no more bleek and buddens i was hopin’ for silence
till the little sleeping beauty, went and woke the giant
this little b-tch from the luniz want beef he liein’
so i called e-40, and tried to seize the violence
i got n-gg-z on the island, for puttin’ in stainless work
with vaseline on they palms, gettin’ ready to +bang em smurf+ (you little b-tch)
i here him screamin’ in compton, sound like my b-tch c-mmin’
you wasn’t never f-ckin’ with g-unit, quit frontin’
for domination be lisa leslie, a big woman
with a nine on the back, i’m gonna catch that b-tch runnin’
shove a .40 in his throat, now n-gg- spit somethin’
and get lost boy, go visit your big cousin
i got fish to fry, throw a line in the pacific
with cocaine on the hook, for this +luniz+ -ss n-gg-
you a b-tch, how you call your self the ice cream man
when master p took your name and your ice cream van
made 500 million, that’s your homey though
took your man hood, gave your sh-t to lil’romeo
this n-gg-, 5 foot 2, talkin’ that big sh-t
you got +5 on it+? that money went to chris hicks
tryin’ to diss too $hort for doin’ his pimp sh-t
n-gg- you been gitten f-cked, swallowin’ big d-cks
pac knew he was a p-ssy, that’s why he ran south
signed to rap-a-lot, they never put his -ss out
hid behind lil’ j, all the sudden you thugged out
ran back to the bay, sleepin’ on wannabe ’cause couch
how you drop 5 alb-ms, don’t own one house
or get the boss to call me, banks, and f-ck out
it’s g-unit b-tch, let me show you what blood bout
when my blood pressure rise, i bring the bloods out
put the barrell on his neck, blow his guts out (-gunshot)
now that’s what’s you call a +yukmouth+
[outro: game]
yeah, you little f-ggot -ss b-tch
yeah n-gg-, on the motherf-ckin’ internet with that f-ggot -ss footage n-gg-
you little b-tch -ss n-gg-, domination, n-gg-
i’ll put braids in your hair motherf-cker
see how you like when it’s motherf-ckin’ 50 cal, n-gg-
blow your motherf-ckin’ brains out n-gg-, i’ll braid your hair you little b-tch
back to you n-gg-, n-gg- with the dreads, you f-ckin jafakin
motherf-ckin’ f-ggot -ss n-gg-
yeah i seen you in the club n-gg-, asked you did you had beef with g-unit n-gg-
n-gg- you ain’t say sh-t n-gg-
“that ain’t me man, that was c-bo, man, this regime, this regime, man, bay area, bay area”
man i’ll beat the sh-t out you, you f-ckin little punk
and when i catch you n-gg-, you gonna need dr.dre to get my motherf-ckin’ g-6 out you -ss
you b-tch, you f-ggot -ss n-gg-, and don’t try to turn the bay ‘gainst me n-gg-
i got n-gg-z in your town that will f-ck you up
vallejo, filmoe, san fransico, sac-town, oakland
compton’s most n-gg-
g-g-g-g . g-g-g-g-unit
thought i was done huh? you little b-tch
i ain’t finished with yo’ -ss yet n-gg-, when i see you i’ma beat the sh-t outta you n-gg-
to a motherf-ckin’ pulp, on camera n-gg-
since you like playin’ with little camcorders and sh-t you motherf-ckin f-ggot
and i got a mill on that, what the f-ck is 5 dollars n-gg-
g-g-g-g-g-unit
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