100 bars the funeral
I'm baack... Haha! Niggas can't fuck with me, man
Niggas is crazy, dog
I run this underground rap shit, and the mainstream, nigga!
I'ma do like Boo-Boo: diss niggas right when they fuckin' album come out... and kill 'em!
Hear the breakdown, time to separate the men from the boys
Take it straight to the bank; call it Christopher Lloyd
Call it momma's little boy, or 50's little bitch
The Rotten Apple or the protégé of a snitch
The protégé of a bitch, nigga softer than a Tae Bo Kick
You Billy Blanks on them porno flicks
With no porno chicks, only porno dicks
You Ty Lattimore whore with them g-string drawers
And so therefore, I declare war
Outside violator, meet me at four
Young Buck, stay back; Banks, put this autograph
A Jorge Posada glove on, and let's play catch!
(Gunshot) That's for your one platinum plaque
(Gunshot) That's for the niggas ridin' in the back
(Gunshot) Tryna reach for that shit on your lap
(Gunshot) That's for your boss sayin' he write my raps (Gunshot) I'm a killa, Blackwall Gorilla
That pine-box sealer, G-Unit cap peeler
I'm realer, 40 oz. spiller
40 Glock killer, 40 Glocc killer!
Ask Spider, I be creepin’ and crawlin’
Spinnin' webs around you niggas
Stackin' bread around you niggas
Every time you roll up, the feds around you niggas
I used to watch everything I said around you niggas
Twenty niggas on the squad, twenty niggas in the can
That's twenty witnesses, twenty niggas on the stand
Goddamn, can someone tell them the street code?!
The Game is to be sold, and not to be told
This ain't Dre and Suge or Beans and Hov
This is one bullet, one head, and one lost soul
Wipe my fingerprints off
And the gun is tossed in with the fishes
Like Q in Juice, I'm comin' for Bishop
I'm gunnin' for Bishop, I'm the king of this L.A. shit
Tell me, homie, is you Blood or Crip?
Is you thug or bitch? ‘Cause the ese's say
They don't never see holmes runnin' around L.A
Fake-ass ghostwriter, get your lil' flow tighter
'Fore I put you in the trunk of this fuckin' low-rider
Nigga, you ain't nothin' but Hittman in quicksand
Got a deal, ‘cause you sucked a couple dicks, and
Turned your back on Delany and Jimmy Henchman
Just take this as a warning; don't flinch, man!
Where your rag? You from 1-9-0? No!
You know Pap, do you bang East Coast? No!
Have you ever hopped 1-6-4? No!
Do the hood feel your wack-ass flow? No!
So sit your lil' ass down somewhere
'Fore I have them niggas sit yo' ass down somewhere
In the ground somewhere, outta town somewhere
Breaking news: body has been found somewhere
Now back to the video, look at these silly muh'fuckers
Y'all some silly muh'fuckers
"I say, hands up, shorty wanna kick it with me."
Get that wack shit of BET
Turn the channel, all Black Lambo, red and black flannel
Speakers in the trunk, with more humps than a camel
Man, I'm sayin', I ain't playin', I'm sprayin'
Any nigga in your clique that ever yelled that shit
(Gunshot) Muh'fucker, that's for Yayo and Buck
(Gunshot) That's for Hot Rod promotional truck
(Gunshot) That's for Kanye, and beefin' with Puff
(Gunshot) Tell the nigga that's behind you to duck!
(Gunshot) I'm a killa, Blackwall Gorilla
Any clip filler, Mobb Deep cap peeler
I'm realer, the hollow-tip driller
The rap Godzilla, the Lloyd Banks killer! (Gunshot)
In the diablo, under the tent
Nigga, I'm about a dollar, what the fuck is 50 Cent?
When Jay said it, I didn't know what it meant
Now I understand, it's startin' to make sense
Now the whole world know why I took the I out of G-Unit
And replaced it with a mothafuckin' O
Remember when you told me meet you on the top, nigga?
Check the soundscan, guess who on top, nigga!
Fake-ass king of New York, you need to stop, nigga
‘Cause you not Big, not Nas, not Jigga
Take your steroids, show me what you got, nigga!
You ain't had a bitch since Vivica Fox, nigga
Last I heard, you sucking on cocks, nigga
Nobody know, ‘cause they don't see you on the blocks, nigga
‘Cause you be in the precinct with the cops, nigga
Your whole staff, with a badge and a Glock nigga
Mid-town Manhattan, tryna stop niggas
On the subway, chasing down shop-lifters
All in the streets, talking 'bout you shot niggas
Then you in The New York Times, takin' cop pictures
I exposed you niggas and put out "Stop Snitchin'"
When the last time you seen him with some hot bitches?
See what he say when you ask him, "Where the hot bitches?"
Check the adam's apple, nigga, them is not bitches
You're reign on the top was shorter than the legs on a leprechaun; just bow down, nigga, accept the Don
Nobody wanna be a hero when the TEC is drawn
They're transformers, folding up, like decepticons
Niggas bust like pipes when the pressure on
See that light flash when the Desert Eagle at your dome
Every rapper know, from now I'ma set the tone
Niggas real hard body 'til they head is gone
Here come them demons
‘Cause they know that you dead and gone
Some niggas just don't get it 'til you at the throne
Niggas can't fuck with me nigga! 100 Bars, nigga!
I do 100 bars every mothafuckin' day of the week, nigga!
That's 700 bars a week, nigga!
On this fuckin' underground rap shit, nigga!
I can't be fuckin' stopped—period, nigga!
The Game, nigga! West Coast Don, Black Wallstreet, nigga!
I'm ready to get down when you ready to get down
Mothafuckas! I'm talkin' to all you niggas!
I can't be faded, nigga! Niggas don't want it with me, nigga!
It's just me, mothafuckas! And I'm pissed off
Got me all on the front of the motherfuckin' mixtape
In a fuckin' stripper outfit, nigga, with some G-string's on
That ain't me, mothafuckas! This is me, mothafuckas!
Yeah! Doctor's Advocate, in stores November 7th
Cop it when I drop it, nigga!
G-G-G-G-G, G-G-G-G-G-G-Unot! (Gunshot)
G-Unit is now officially over. You can mail back your CD's, apparel, headbands, G-Unit spinner replicas and G-Unit shoes to 1548 South Ardmore Drive, Los Angeles, California, 90743. Thank you, have a nice day!