[Intro]:
Y'all niggas in trouble, should've never fucked with Yuk
G-G-G-Gay Unit!
Bitch ass Game you could never fuck with Yuk you bitch!
[Chorus]:
We keep them gats clappin' to a nigga like him
Fuck G-Unit, you know the Game's about to end
Regime Life, We back up in this bitch again
You can run with snitches or run with killaz and win
[Verse]:
You ain't no thug, you a faggot ass tongue ring mush face
Bitch that won't talk that blood shit in front of Suge face
You ain't a Compton blood, M.O.B. mobbed out
How you got a million when you living at your mom's house?
On the Interscope DVD at your mom's house
See me on my DVD drop coupe, rocked out!
This nigga faker than Eminem on Wash House
Come down South to get knocked out, Pac'd out!
Watch Out! Make strategic movements, J Prince already ran
The G-Unit outta Houston
Y'all niggas music, I peeped the blueprint
Suge Knight slapped that nigga, he didn't do shit!
Got slapped two different times, he didn't do shit!
Disrespect the Eazy tattoo, you ain't Ruthless!
Dropped the album with JT, that didn't do shit!
Now he mister hard body since he with the Unit
Wanna beat my ass? Then prove it! What you gon' do?
Sucker punch me and run, and D'mack for da gun?
I don't play that!
I'll put you in da coffin with nuns, prayin' for you, you ain't Eazy-E's son
Get off his dick! That's why yo lips filled with Eazy-E cum
How this nigga from the slums man he got an earring in his tongue. Bitch!
How I'm getting fucked?
Droppes Benz, big spokes, nigga gotta fuck Yuk rich and Chris Hicks broke! Master biter, The Game the mark, the stainless heart
I'll rip yo fuckin' brain apart
Tryin' to tell you at the club bitch nigga play yo part
You that bitch nigga from "Change Of Heart": tongue ring!
You the internet thug, the war ain't ended with Yuk
Until I put some hollow tips in yo mug
Why diss now? You wasn't talkin' shit at the club
That's cute he tryin' to prove to 50 Cent he a thug
Call 40 he'll let you know I devour boys
And he let you know that my family is the flower boys
Ed Flowers, Joe Flowers, real power boy!
Got shot with yo own shit you a coward boy!
You runnin' with snitches, you sleepin' with fishes
I'll put yo brains on them fuckin' new G-6's
Saw you in da club, wasn't talkin' that slick shit, so why wait three months to come with some diss shit?
Y'all niggas in trouble, should've never fucked with Yuk
G-G-G-Gay Unit!
Bitch ass Game you could never fuck with Yuk you bitch!
[Chorus]:
We keep them gats clappin' to a nigga like him
Fuck G-Unit, you know the Game's about to end
Regime Life, We back up in this bitch again
You can run with snitches or run with killaz and win
[Verse]:
You ain't no thug, you a faggot ass tongue ring mush face
Bitch that won't talk that blood shit in front of Suge face
You ain't a Compton blood, M.O.B. mobbed out
How you got a million when you living at your mom's house?
On the Interscope DVD at your mom's house
See me on my DVD drop coupe, rocked out!
This nigga faker than Eminem on Wash House
Come down South to get knocked out, Pac'd out!
Watch Out! Make strategic movements, J Prince already ran
The G-Unit outta Houston
Y'all niggas music, I peeped the blueprint
Suge Knight slapped that nigga, he didn't do shit!
Got slapped two different times, he didn't do shit!
Disrespect the Eazy tattoo, you ain't Ruthless!
Dropped the album with JT, that didn't do shit!
Now he mister hard body since he with the Unit
Wanna beat my ass? Then prove it! What you gon' do?
Sucker punch me and run, and D'mack for da gun?
I don't play that!
I'll put you in da coffin with nuns, prayin' for you, you ain't Eazy-E's son
Get off his dick! That's why yo lips filled with Eazy-E cum
How this nigga from the slums man he got an earring in his tongue. Bitch!
How I'm getting fucked?
Droppes Benz, big spokes, nigga gotta fuck Yuk rich and Chris Hicks broke! Master biter, The Game the mark, the stainless heart
I'll rip yo fuckin' brain apart
Tryin' to tell you at the club bitch nigga play yo part
You that bitch nigga from "Change Of Heart": tongue ring!
You the internet thug, the war ain't ended with Yuk
Until I put some hollow tips in yo mug
Why diss now? You wasn't talkin' shit at the club
That's cute he tryin' to prove to 50 Cent he a thug
Call 40 he'll let you know I devour boys
And he let you know that my family is the flower boys
Ed Flowers, Joe Flowers, real power boy!
Got shot with yo own shit you a coward boy!
You runnin' with snitches, you sleepin' with fishes
I'll put yo brains on them fuckin' new G-6's
Saw you in da club, wasn't talkin' that slick shit, so why wait three months to come with some diss shit?
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