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the game - the burial (g unit diss) lyrics

red banana, run this town like juelz santana
f_ck your unit, feed em all poison bananas
then beat em like the inc beat 50 in atlanta
catch me chilling with a bad one under the cabana
rider but still smoother than pina coladas
n_ggas switch up they colors like iguanas
never rock g unit n_gga, i rock designer
gucci fendi louis prada, gucci fendi louis prada
why lloyd banks screaming bout cake though?
my pockets on dollars, euros and pesos!
my money got more shades than a rainbow
rich sh_t, wallet brolic like my range rov
banks you a lame, with a fake flow
and ya boss softer than play dough
in the studio holding hands with yayo
then talking sh_t on the today show
i put money on your head, f_ck that g unit cap
i k!lled u n_ggas, only jesus could bring g unit back
made all ya projects go brick like section 8
banks whip hoopties, my whip levitates
went plat in a week, time to celebrate
run up, i put the steel to your vertebrae
y’all ain’t thugs, seen u n_ggas get manicures
thought u told nas that they crown was yours?
50, who’s the window shopper now?
who keep copping pleas, and flopping now?
who on trial admitting to being fraudulent, now
whole lifestyle was fake sh_t that he created, wow
n_ggas can’t get cheese cuz their boss is a rat
i’m still the doctors advocate n_gga, ask busta that

- the game

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