I Got A Million On It (Yukmouth Diss) lyrics

Ahh sh*t
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*ck it up
No more Bleek and Buddens I was hopin' for silence
Till the little sleeping beauty, went and woke the giant
This little b*tch from The Luniz want beef he liein'
So I called E-40, and tried to seize the violence
I got n*ggas on the island, for puttin' in stainless work
With vaseline on they palms, gettin' ready to "Bang Em Smurf" (you little b*tch)
I here him screamin' in Compton, sound like my b*tch c*mmin'
You wasn't never f*ckin' 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*tch runnin'
Shove a .40 in his throat, now n*gga 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" ass n*gga
You a b*tch, 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 sh*t to Lil'Romeo
This n*gga, 5 foot 2, talkin' that big sh*t
You got "5 On It"? that money went to Chris Hicks
Tryin' to diss Too $hort for doin' his pimp sh*t
n*gga you been gitten f*cked, swallowin' big di*ks
Pac knew he was a pus*y, that's why he ran south
Signed to Rap-A-Lot, they never put his ass 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 balls to call me, Banks, and Buck out
It's G-Unit b*tch, 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
Now that's whats you call a "Yukmouth"
Yeah, you little faggot ass b*tch
Yeah n*gga, on the motherf*ckin' internet with that faggot ass footage n*gga
You little b*tch ass n*gga, Domination, n*gga
I'll put braids in your hair motherf*cker
See how you like when it's motherf*ckin' 50 Cal, n*gga
Blow your motherf*ckin' brains out n*gga, i'll braid your hair you little b*tch
Back to you n*gga, n*gga with the dreads, you f*ckin Jafakin
Motherf*ckin' faggot ass n*gga
Yeah I seen you in the club n*gga, asked you did you had beef with G-Unit n*gga
n*gga you ain't say sh*t n*gga
"That ain't me man, that was C-Bo, man, this Regime, this Regime, man, Bay area, Bay area"
Man i'll beat the sh*t out you, you f*ckin little punk
And when I catch you n*gga, you gonna need Dr.Dre to get my motherf*ckin' G-6 out you ass
You b*tch, you faggot ass n*gga, and don't try to turn the Bay 'gainst me n*gga
I got n*ggas in your town that will f*ck you up
Vallejo, Filmoe, San Fransico, Sac-town, Oakland
Compton's most n*gga
G-G-G-G .. G-G-G-G-Unit
Thought I was done huh? you little b*tch
I ain't finished with yo' ass yet n*gga, when I see you I'ma beat the sh*t outta you n*gga
To a motherf*ckin' pulp, on camera n*gga
Since you like playin' with little camcorders and sh*t you motherf*ckin faggot
And I got a mill on that, what the f*ck is 5 dollars n*gga
G-G-G-G-G-Unit