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b***h just face this is the end
Lace you're ear with the vibe's I send
Put emcees in there place with the words I bend
I tend to destroy crews with my different blend
Giving people the blues there live I end!

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Even when I get old, the police still ain't gone kill me
Too smooth of criminal to be confused with a villan,
Still be on krunk mode if I overdose on some ridalin,
I'm the biggest playa, I talk about it in my music,
Only buy exclusive, don't bother with the used sh*t,
I'll show you how to do it, and you'll still be looking clueless,
Mr. Me Too, baby clones lookin' foolish,
Use to swang a Malibu and now I got a new whip
Candy red, tinted white like strawberries and cool whip,
My grandma bought the rims and she let my sister choose it
26's peelin out so my car can leave it's shoe prints,
Guys begin to hate, but their ladies start to loose it,
Let the window down and they're running up like, "Who's this?"
Pulled a girl named Gina and she took the place of Susan,
Got too many bruises, starting fights and then she loose'em,
Grace is acting like Cherish because she "do it, do it, do it,"
Gabriella loves my name, about to get a tatoo of it,
3 girls start with "G", got pictures that can prove it
The 4th one is in jail to complete my G-Unit!

She's coming home soon, but right now, all I do is daydream...

I saw you wrote 'G-Unit' at the top, and didn't read past that...so therefore it sucks.

Stop.

((Yo I havent been here in a while but its good to be back))
I dont know where to start man
This cipher is fallin apart man
Niggas be dissen eachother but that wasnt the damn plan
Who gives a ******** if you like g-unit or not
That dont mean that yo s**t aint hot
And no i aint askin yall to show respect B
But lets take the time to break this off corectly
Cuz you all know you start with the end of a niggas flow
Your car ran empty so I came back with the towe
I anit hear to shove you
This aint no diss the raper above you
But the object of the cipher should be as easy as one, two

In the game Im back
Picken up the slak
Catchin flak
Havin wiggas determin wether or not Im brown or black
Cuz every other line rhymes but this aint no cracker jak poetry
This is flowetry so when I come around yall know its me
The reasons why I rap aint for the fame or the game
But I owe this privlage to god cuz hes the one to blame
Without his guidence this flow wouldnt be easy
But the tornadow of werds fly out my mouth breezey
But Im done for now so Ill end this quickely
Somebody come and finish this cipher stickey

Under the sun the games have begun
Cops be seroundin niggas its like one hundred to one
This is no one on one its a street brale for fun
But once 5-0 gets you on the ground yo a** is done
Their commin with tear gass, bean bags and the tazer gun
But regardless of all them gadgets real niggas dont run
The time to get arested peaceful is over that ship is about to saile
Wish it bonvoyage with a moltov cocktail
These niggas is crazy ******** chaotic mind blowers
Takin spray cans and lighters turnin them into flame throwers
We're seein which mob is will own up to them beein tough
But the only way to call their bluffs is to make the eachother leave in body bags but never in cuffs
At each funarle women and children be startin to cry
Askin god why did you let this s**t happen? Tell me why?
But Llike any day it was a good day to die