Bad News (G Unit diss) lyrics

G Unot played out, The Game brand new
Seen Banks cry when he got a tattoo (what the f*ck?)
50 told the precinct, "Game is bad news"
Even u knew I'm hotter than sand dunes
Lloyd Banks where ya cake go?
It don't exist, just like 50 payroll
Where the f*ck G Unit's pay go?
I'm in a mayo Range Rov'
In Turks n Caicos, laughing at ya fake flow
Next up, Bora Bora, G Unit headquarters is Gomorrah
Tell the world Olivia is a man on your chorus
Banks a busta, rap's Brian Pumper, f*ckin lame
n*gga boring as f*ck with nothing to say
f*ck Vitamin Water n*gga, I rather drink some Gatorade
Who u rather spar wit? Satan or Game?
Buried G Unit remains, pray for better days
Bad b*tch named Eva, want me to deliver her
U can't relate, cuz u ain't had a b*tch since Vivica
n*gga that's 20 years, singing like Britney Spears
We tired of ya weak singing filling our ears
Yayo was begging for meatloaf up in PC
U ain't a felon, u a real housewife like Nene
That ain't no real Glock, n*gga that's a BB
I'm in the Lambo wit 2 hoes that look like Rih Rih
Buck got repoed for a 99 Challenger (the f*ck?)
I'm the pilot, u n*ggas just the passengers
This sh*t might get uglier than a gargantuan tarantula
U can't digest the beef, y'all just some scavengers
Buck had butter knives, I got the Excalibur
Even Mase can't save ya, n*gga the damage done
Got all u n*ggas pushing Fords and Camry's
This hell's kitchen, I'm hip hop's Gordon Ramsey
My bread spreads like acne
n*gga u can't afford to clap me
They say "Game name drops", I let you lames talk
While I'm popping 8 bad b*tches in Bangkok
Red bandanas, red bananas, red sledgehammers
Your bars a bunch of junk like Fred Sanford
When u gone admit Olivia's a man, Curtis?
I'm the illest rapper to touch the earth's surface
Don't be nervous, show some courtesy Curtis!
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