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**k it up
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 cummin’
You wasn’t never f**kin’ 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**ked, swallowin’ big dicks
Pac knew he was a p#ss#, 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 albums, don’t own one house
Or get the boss to call me, Banks, and f**k 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 whats you call a +Yukmouth+
Yeah, you little faggot #ss b#tch
Yeah n#gg#, on the motherf**kin’ internet with that faggot #ss footage n#gg#
You little b#tch #ss n#gg#, Domination, n#gg#
I’ll put braids in your hair motherf**ker
See how you like when it’s motherf**kin’ 50 Cal, n#gg#
Blow your motherf**kin’ 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**kin Jafakin
Motherf**kin’ faggot #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**kin little punk
And when I catch you n#gg#, you gonna need Dr.Dre to get my motherf**kin’ G-6 out you #ss
You b#tch, you faggot #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**k 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**kin’ pulp, on camera n#gg#
Since you like playin’ with little camcorders and sh#t you motherf**kin faggot
And I got a mill on that, what the f**k is 5 dollars n#gg#
G-G-G-G-G-Unit
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