120 bars lyrics – the game

[intro – 50 cent]
baby this is real sh*t
my record sell slow i’m show you my d*ck [7x]

[the game]
hit a breakdown
no 400 bars yet, i don’t need that
i’m gas, your whole click is *ss, i mean that
g-unot c*cksucker, better believe that
i say it one time, watch the whole world scream back
gunot, now thats for billboard, rest in peace
and since my n*gg* 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 b*tch 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 alb*m, 5 million and countin
antic*p*ting, 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 f*ckin 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, n*gg* f*ck 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, motherf*cker 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 d*ck 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, n*gg* my squad deep
but gl*sses malone is not signed to blackwallstreet
n*gg* 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 p*ssed
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 n*gg* you gotta chill
i’m the reason you new westcoast n*gg*’s got a deal
while i was doin mixtapes, they was watching college hill
for real, you motherf*ck’s ain’t got half my skill
i run this sh*t like oj and p*ss for the bills
trying so hard to be a gangsta, n*gg* you seethrough
posing like 50 on the cover of the gq
b*tton up shirt with the cut off sleeves
i got twin desert eagles, n*gg* 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 n*gg*s got sickas cell, f*ck your talk is cheap
when i see you, and i’m gonna see you
i’m strip you down *sshole 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
n*gg*’s signed to g-unit, now they bustin guns
but last week it was: “my n*gg* game, what up dun?”
see thats what the f*ck i mean, you can’t trust these rap n*gg*s
and you wonder why i always say f*ck these rap n*gg*s
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 sh*t against hov, i like the n*gg* style
nas is my n*gg*, i been bangin him for a while
i f*ck with fat joe, he got the streets locked
and thats the same reason i f*ck 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 f*ckin song
i f*ck with slim thug and my n*gg* 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, motherf*cker 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, motherf*cker 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 h*ll
wear that g-unit spinner when you come to la
i have a n*gg* 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 sh*t
unless olivia show the whole world she got a d*ck
can’t seem to save her life, but she talk a lot of sh*t
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

f*ggot *ss n*gg*s
i guess i win n*gg*
life is a game of chess n*gg*…
some king, some queens
lloyd banks, tony yayo, young buck, pastor f*ckin ma$e
you n*gg*s is p*wns
50, or boo boo, or curtis, or chicken little, hahaha
stop snitchin, stop lying!, in stores december 6th
the dvd, its a tell all motherf*ckers
yea, my doc*mentaries be better than your movies n*gg*, hahaha
i drove by your house n*gg*
go buy the dvd, $16,99 n*gg*
at your local record store, blockbuster, sam goody, warehouse
shout out to the moms and pops, for helping me slay dem f*ggots.
g-gu-gg-gu, g-gu-gg-gu, g-gu-gg-gu, g-unot! hahahaha
pop off n*gg*, hahahaha, pop off
it’s me, the game, gone

/ the game lyrics