120 - Intellectual

[Intro: 50 Cent sample]

Baby this is real shit

My record sales slow, I'm a show you my dick

[Verse: 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 Mýa 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 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 can do now is pray for Supreme

While I finish my next album, five 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 whip ya head boy, that's for Kanye West

I whip ya head boy, with the back of my TEC

Yep, your fuckin' group fell flat without me

You mad, what you gon' 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 Black Wall Street expandin', yeah I bought three 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

Here's 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 one brick, built my own company

And don't spread news about it unless it come from me

Guess who's the boss, nigga my squad 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 Mike?

And don't be alarmed, this is not a diss

But misusing 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 mothafuckas ain't got half my skill

I run this shit like OJ in pads for the bills

Trying so hard to be a gangsta, nigga you see-through

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, 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 sickle? Fuck it, talk is cheap

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

I'mma strip you down asshole naked and that's how I'mma leave you

Then I'mma find Havoc, make him walk through Queens nude

With Black Wall Street tattooed on his back

Nigga signed to G-Unit, now they bustin' guns

But last week it was: "My nigga Game! What up, dun?"

See, that's 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'mma 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's style

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

I fuck with Fat Joe, he got the streets locked

And that's the same reason I fuck with Kiss and D-Block

Place Eminem in the number three 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!

I fuck with Slim Thug and my nigga Bun B

Can't do that without saying "Free Pimp C!"

And that's the reason why 50 try to pimp me

So I went window shoppin' and bought two Bentleys

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

Turnin' Spider Loc against me, cause you're scared to come get me

Cuz know what's up, Bloods still got love for 'em

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

As for G-unit, motherfucker it's a wrap

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 but 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 sing to save her life, but she talk a lot of shit

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

I guess my G-Unot tattoo was a smart move

Cause in the end you lost a hundred mill to a cartoon

Three years after you got tatted by Cartoon

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

[Outro]

Hahahahaha!

Faggot ass niggas

I guess I win, nigga

Life is a game of chess, nigga

Some kings

Some queens

Lloyd Banks

Tony Yayo, Young Buck, Pastor fuckin' Ma$e

You niggas is pawns

Or Boo Boo

Or Curtis

Or Chicken Little, hahaha

Stop Snitchin Stop Lyin

In stores December 6th

The DVD

It's a tell all motherfuckers

Yeah, 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 helpin' me slay them 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 nigga, pop off

It's me, The G

Gone