120 Bars lyrics

Artist  : Game 
Song : 120 Bars



 Send "120 Bars" Ringtone to your Cell 

 Baby this is real shit 

my record sell slow
imma show you my dick (reapets 7x)



[The Game] 

Hit a 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 thats for Billboard, rest in
peace 

And since my nigga 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 bitch 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 album, 5
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 

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 fuckin
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,
nigga fuck 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, motherfucker hold that 

What goes around comes around, get used to the
gold plaques 

Homie got cheese, but he dont
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 1 brick, built my own company 

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


Guess whos the boss, nigga my squad deep




But Glasses Malone is not signed to
BlackWallstreet 

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 missusing 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 westcoast nigga's got a deal


While I was doin mixtapes, they was
watching College Hill

For real, you
mothafucka's ain't got half my skill 

I run
this shit like OJ and pass for the bills 

Trying so hard to be a gangsta, nigga you
seethrough 

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 sickas, fuck your talk is cheap 

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

Imma strip you down asshole naked and thats how
Imma leave you 

Then Imma find Havoc, make
him walk through Queens nude 

With Black
Wallstreet tattooed on his back 

Nigga's
signed to G-unit, now they bustin guns 

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


See thats what the fuck I mean, you can't
trust these rap niggas 

And you wonder why
I always say fuck these rap niggas 

So Imma
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
style 

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

I fuck with Fat Joe, he got
the streets locked 

And thats the same
reason I fuck 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 fuckin song 

I fuck with Slim Thug
and my nigga 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 Bentlys 

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

Turnin
Spider Loc against me, cause your scared to come
get me 

'cause 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,
motherfucker 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 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 when
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 seem to save her life, but she talk a lot
of shit 

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 





Hahahahaha 

Faggot ass niggas 

I guess I win nigga 

Life is a game of
chess nigga... 

Some King, Some Queens 

Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo, Young Buck, Pastor
fuckin Ma$e 

You niggas is pawns 

50,
or Boo Boo, or Curtis, or Chicken Little, Hahaha


Stop Snitchin, Stop Lying!, In Stores
December 6th 

The DVD, Its a tell all
motherfuckers 

Yea, 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 helping me slay dem
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 

It's me, The
G-A-M-E, gone