My Turn (G-Unit Diss) lyrics

Aye yo, home, I'm number one mutherf*cka (f*ck you.)
The Doctors Advocate, n*gga. (f*ck you again.)
Just get used to me, man. You can't get ride of me, b*tch

(Dj Skee WORLD PREMIER)
These n*ggas had a chance, now their sh*t is over
It's my turn, my turn, my turn, my turn
Don't be mad at me cause I kept it rollin'
It's my turn, my turn, my turn, my turn. (HAHA!)
24 low on hearts on that '06 rose
It's my turn, my turn, my turn, my turn. (The Doctor's Advocate)
Let the sun roof back and I keep on coastin’
It's my turn, my turn, my turn, my turn

I can hear n*ggas talking, whispering in the dark they're like dogs with no bark
When I pull over and park then guns starts to spark and the bullets find the mark
n*ggas outlined in the chalk and I speak from the heart
When I say I killed you, it's simple and plain
Don't say sh*t about Dre and don't mention The Game
This industry is fake and I can't understand how a grown ass man
Sent a b*tch to the pen, how you snitched on stan; he's a b*tch like his man
He'd of did you for a grand. Eminem called him stan
I'm going to say it again
If I had one more chance I would've break all of his ribs with my bare f*ckin' hands
I'm a gangsta on fire
You ain't, you a liar
You ain't got no pride, there's a snitch in the wire
Your fan base knows that you're gangsta is dying
I won't stop until that wanksta retires
I'm gone
These n*ggas had a chance, now their sh*t is over
It's my turn, my turn, my turn, my turn
Don't be mad at me cause I kept it rollin'
It's my turn, my turn, my turn, my turn
24 low on hearts on that '06 rose
It's my turn, my turn, my turn, my turn
Let the sun roof back and I keep on coastin’
It's my turn, my turn, my turn, my turn

These rap n*ggas hate and they smile in my face
You rabbit n*ggas mad, cause the turtle won the race
And, the radio debate what the f*ck they going to play
All the hot sh*t is my sh*t; they take what I say
Play Scrabble with my words and put it on the front page
They go find a picture of 50 and Game
Say it's East vs. West; New York and L.A
Since I dont' button up, now I'm beefin' with Jay
Apologize in seconds
You n*ggas is reckless, you're not going to pay me to beef with a legend
My pride I'd protecting, the streets I'm respecting
I'm not trying to replace Pac so accept
After 5 million records; the Dr.Dre lectures; and 3 world tours
West Coast Resurrected
My form to the group of help was rejected
I felt abandoned so I threw away my necklace
These n*ggas had a chance, now their sh*t is over
It's my turn, my turn, my turn, my turn
Don't be mad at me cause I kept it rollin'
It's my turn, my turn, my turn, my turn
24 low on hearts on that '06 rose
It's my turn, my turn, my turn, my turn
Let the sun roof back and I keep on coastin'
It's my turn, my turn, my turn, my turn

After 20 magazines and a couple of awards
I can close my first chapter; put my plaques on the wall
To the top of the billboard
Who ever knew that I would sell more than Destiny Child and U2?
Or do a song with Busta, go neck and neck with Usher?
Went gold in a week, I'm a bad mutherf*cka
This Gangsta Disciple and Vice Lord sh*t
Brown pride, Latin King
This is Blood, this is Crip
Hit the Impala switch
I keep a clip for any n*gga that said I f*ck his b*tch
Or changed cause I'm rich, saying Game used to strip
n*ggas weren't saying sh*t until I came with a hit
Now you want to see me dead, blood stains in his whip
Take a father from his son, put my name in cement
After I'm gone they're sample my songs
You can bury my bones but my music lives on
These n*ggas had a chance, now their sh*t is over
It's my turn, my turn, my turn, my turn
Don't be mad at me cause I kept it rollin'
It's my turn, my turn, my turn, my turn
24 low on hearts on the '06 rose
It's my turn, my turn, my turn, my turn
Let the sun roof back and I keep on coastin'
It's my turn, my turn, my turn, my turn

Aye yo, man, I don't really give a f*ck about all that sh*t ya'll doing, that sh*t ain't making no noise. I'm saying that sh*t is bullsh*t. Man, why you n*ggas trying f*cking kill my mutherf*cka career? Man, sh*t! It ain't going to happen, n*gga. Not as long as my mutherf*cka Bentley got 22 inch low in hearts on it, n*gga. sh*t! I'd be damn, n*gga. I'm under the black ten light like "What!"
I'm rich Game, Bïtch