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I Got a Million on It Lyrics

[Intro: Game]
Ahh s***
G-G-G-G-G ... G-G-G-G-Unit
I thought all that beefin was over man
Squashed it man, been there done that
Somebody had to gon' on and f*** it up
[Game]
No more Bleek and Buddens I was hopin' for silence
Till the little sleeping beauty, went and woke the giant
This little b**** from The Luniz want beef he liein'
So I called E-40, and tried to seize the violence
I got n***** on the island, for puttin' in stainless work
With vaseline on they palms, gettin' ready to +Bang Em Smurf+ (you little b****)
I here him screamin' in Compton, sound like my b**** c**min'
You wasn't never f*****' with G-Unit, quit frontin'
For domination be Lisa Leslie, a big woman
With a nine on the back, I'm gonna catch that b**** runnin'
Shove a .40 in his throat, now n**** spit somethin'
And get lost boy, go visit your big cousin
I got fish to fry, throw a line in the pacific
With cocaine on the hook, for this +Luniz+ a** n****
You a b****, how you call your self the Ice Cream Man
When Master P took your name and your ice cream van
Made 500 million, that's your homey though
Took your man hood, gave your s*** to Lil'Romeo
This n****, 5 foot 2, talkin' that big s***
You got +5 On It+? that money went to Chris Hicks
Tryin' to diss Too $hort for doin' his pimp s***
n**** you been gitten f*****, swallowin' big d***s
Pac knew he was a p****, that's why he ran south
Signed to Rap-A-Lot, they never put his a** out
Hid behind Lil' J, all the sudden you thugged out
Ran back to the Bay, sleepin' on wannabe cuz couch
How you drop 5 albums, don't own one house
Or get the boss to call me, Banks, and f*** out
It's G-Unit b****, let me show you what blood bout
When my blood pressure rise, I bring the bloods out
Put the barrell on his neck, blow his guts out (*gunshot)
Now that's whats you call a +Yukmouth+
[Outro: Game]
Yeah, you little f***** a** b****
Yeah n****, on the m***********' internet with that f***** a** footage n****
You little b**** a** n****, Domination, n****
I'll put braids in your hair m***********
See how you like when it's m***********' 50 Cal, n****
Blow your m***********' brains out n****, i'll braid your hair you little b****
Back to you n****, n**** with the dreads, you f***** Jafakin
m***********' f***** a** n****
Yeah I seen you in the club n****, asked you did you had beef with G-Unit n****
n**** you ain't say s*** n****
"That ain't me man, that was C-Bo, man, this Regime, this Regime, man, Bay area, Bay area"
Man i'll beat the s*** out you, you f***** little punk
And when I catch you n****, you gonna need Dr.Dre to get my m***********' G-6 out you a**
You b****, you f***** a** n****, and don't try to turn the Bay 'gainst me n****
I got n***** in your town that will f*** you up
Vallejo, Filmoe, San Fransico, Sac-town, Oakland
Compton's most n****
G-G-G-G .. G-G-G-G-Unit
Thought I was done huh? you little b****
I ain't finished with yo' a** yet n****, when I see you I'ma beat the s*** outta you n****
To a m***********' pulp, on camera n****
Since you like playin' with little camcorders and s*** you m*********** f*****
And I got a mill on that, what the f*** is 5 dollars n****
G-G-G-G-G-Unit
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