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My took me to Sam Goody's
I to buy a 50 Cent CD
I that shit home
That shit was like a muthafucka
fuck with Game

I like 50
He reminds me
And Tony is Blues Clues
And Lloyd Banks is Dora the
They're my

I down one of them Bodaga shits right there in Harlem
Got me a Lloyd Banks and Young Buck CD
that shit home, put it in my boom box
Thought I was bout to be on some radio shit
Man that shit sound like Vanessa Williams '88
I mean Olivia cute but say that bitch a man
So Black Wallstreet for life now
GGG-UNOT!

300 Bars and
Just loan me ears for 15 minutes
Walk me

Here the breakdown, pass the doja, .45 in the
Hollow tips'll fold 'em, *****z they toy soldiers
Oh, that boy than Hova unless he sober
Like I'm the president, but this ain't the
Now, the speaker, bring your ears a little closer
Before you call a diss, and you make Hova pissed
Why would I wanna do When I'm just the new cat
That was taught if a ***** take to shoot back
Defending his yard, yeah standing his
I'm if you gonna retire, then hand me the crown
Nah, let Bleek do it, then throw him a concert in Madison
Watch everybody through it
We can go bar for bar, let the lines speak to 'em
What they say? Bleek is let Chris and Neef do it
They say the wrong thing, I'ma 'em silly
What you thought? Them was the only that rapped in Philly?
See them *****z with the soonies you wrapped in Philly
Then in groups like Beanie Mac in Philly
?? said Curtis in Philly
Make a U-turn, I gotta go to Philly
I forgot my stake, that's what I told the cops
So they wouldn't get the dogs searching for the glock
And I can't forget, B.I.G. got by the cops
Even I was Ready To Die, when I heard that he was
What's beef? Beef is when I murk you on the
Labels signing many things, still for they Pac
I put purple on the
So I don't feel threatened when say he coming for the #1 spot
Ask 50, it get on top
You can hate me or love me, but now the the only homies he got
When it's beef we eat, we win, but we lonely we pop
You records but a GGG-u not!
big on the radio, to me you not
You can ask Mr. CCC who hot
Tony I bet 10 G's you flop
Run up on new 300 C you got
Stop hoping I fall, hope the bleeding
And I you black out before you see the cops
I ain't High Top from Colors, I'm from Cedar
What i got in my high tops will make your stop
I'm a gangsta slash rapper, your CD shop
I'm like Elvis in there, they can't he dropped
Now I'm on up to George and Weezy's spot
I picked up my homeboy Eazy stopped
I saw the west coast, put the shit on my
Sprayed on it, then loosened the strap
It get hot in here, let rap
Bring hell to *****z when Dre producing a
Take it to the streets, put the duece duece to hat
Then call up the pigs, tell them the back
Call Jadakiss, tell him that is back
I'm still by your side, no matter who comes
Lloyd Banks, it ain't about who can rap
It's about when the ruger clap, is rufus
I see what you thinkin, you me to die, is that so?
Now you left leaning back, to Fat Joe
You got reservations in heaven, you ready? go
Drop them off, then pop wit Esko
I'm a say he hit me first, if me and Dre
All Nas back was he had a 3-4
Now that's the eulogy, beef is foolish see
*****z running their mouth about what the fuck gon' do to me
But quit the yapping before I proceed to
And you gon' see the with plans of getting me captured
Even bars, I'm still gon' shine
I'm 10 years younger than Yayo, I get out, I'm
Then I go right back, I pop mines
How you gon' drop Olivia, you drop dimes
I knew you changed, when you started in that vest dog
I need 50 Cent, my *****z make collect calls
a faggot ***** wig
He got G-Unit wings, them off the Queens Bridge
Now career is over, career is over
We in QB, CNN in the rover
T-O-N-Y, that's the phony
You ain't the of New York, your sixteens is boring
Take shit off lingo, go back to PC
And tell 50 Cent you want a of Beef 3
I'm airing ass out on DVD
You wanna rhyme like Lloyd Banks repeat me
I'm a toy soldier
On Sesame doing voice overs
Bitch ass ***** need a rhyme dictionary, to his lines
Sound like the Grouch, with them nursery rhymes
We was in the studio, when I got signed
He got stuck, he called 50 borrow some lines
That's the wrong *****, when you need with your rhymes
All he gon' tell you is say one more time
Got mad 'cause I ain't wanna make your mine
You got with Ja, why you aint go at Shyne?
He freestyled from the pen, just the fact
Said he'd put you your mom, and you ain't fucked with that
Then you lied your pops, he ain't never bust no cap
Like Father, Like Son, go ask that
I knew from the beginning not to trust those
I'd kill 'em all, if I could bring back
The underground is mine, I treat it like
It's the reason *****z my name like Mike Jones
The underground is mine, I treat it home
It's the reason *****z saying my like Mike Jones
The underground is mine, I treat it home
It's the *****z saying my name like Mike Jones
I
The underground is mine, I treat it like
It's the reason *****z saying my name Mike Jones
And I'm far Houston but you can chop it and screw it
Do to it, but it in the store the shit moving
'em a hundred bars, they ain't think I could do it
Came with two hundred, ***** this is more music
Even Dre knew it, boy hot like summer
Both feet in the dirt, 300 Bars and
And I beef with any *****, say my name I'm gunnin'
You can put it on if you want it
I'll air you out on King, Mike, or Clue
And watch them shits out like a Air Jordon shoe
I told Funk when I catch the ***** Whoo Kid
We gon' see if he how to DJ with bruised ribs
Don't hit me on the asking what you did
Get a gun or ask police to use his
'cause gonna get ya
Bloods Bloods Bloods gonna get ya for that chain
That 380 spill brains, I pop shots
Outside NY, in of hip-hop cops
Or broad day in L.A., tell Em and Dre
***** bootlegging my music, ain't nothing for him to say
Took me off my own songs, put it on his tapes
So I'ma take him out his house, put the on his face
Drop him off at Terror Squad, let him scream for the
'cause when you with Jayceon, you can believe in L.A.
For caking off *****z on them CD's and
Ask them to scratch a record, you will see he
If 50 was Puffy, you'd run and go get him a cake
the DJ off your name, Mr. Instant replay
Not the replay
I mean the machine that G-Unit use every time 50 on stage singing
Bitches only feel your just a lil bit
*****z only feel your shit a lil bit
On my 50 helped me just a lil bit
Only on two songs, now back to killa shit
My clips bananas, I kill a gorilla
Beating on your chest, I see to death, yep
Tell to make him a suit
Tell Reebock to him some boots
Get him a head band, to cover the in his head
He a dead man for thinking he can through muddy waters like Redman
Banks blacked out and let the gun blam without a Man
So the gotta ask for his strings
my advice, never wear air max for the pen
Unless you one of the Bloods, or a king
if your left with the Aryans your ass will sting
And cell mate is a 25 to lifer
They'll stab you at Folsom then you on Rikers
And Life On
Now back to the coward of the hour who lied and he write my songs
He told Dre was gonna leave me on the shelf
So he gave me all his hits, you kept them for yourself
***** stop acting before I stand over you
Show you how The Documentary on top of The Massacre
Make a move I'm blasting ass to the last one
Ten shots from the empty the rest in the passenger
Fase yelling enough, let the coroner bag him up
Throw in Makaveli and lift the on the Maganum
Gun smoking, Fase think I'm backing up
the '05 hurse on 41st and traffic, what
Hip-Hop cops on my left, but I 'em up
The Dodge got a hemmy in it, Game got a in 'em
In and out of lanes like a New cab
I'm Mr. Ol' King, New York cab
Who's this fake *****, on pictures with the *****?
Got his crew 'cause he aint the whole cake, *****
He Nas, ain't B.I.G., ain't Jigga
If he Cube or Pac then who you got?
We getting of you talkin about who you shot
I'll use another six bars to you who you not
You ain't 50 Cent, he went out a gangsta
You went out with Vivica, three after wanksta
Get or Die Tryin, we thought you was hot
Now the ***** wanna take us to the Candy Shop
C'mon man, what to the thug?
Now you could find in the club, him and Lloyd hugging
***** got mad The Game start buzzing
So fuck making friends now I'm into throwing
Olivia talking about we a family, had to go
I'll smack that ho like I'm Jackie-O
'cause I wanna be cool, I don't wanna be you
I don't wanna shake hands, or wear your shoes
Don't want you on my hooks, don't wanna be in group
wanna sit here and wait
To be gone, so I can head to the block
Fresh Nike airs and the matching socks fitted

the brim low, if they don't get it
Bentley Coup on daytons, I was the first one with it
Four platinum, I done been there and did it
Came in the game and shitted, then my ass with it
They say the Lord givth, if Lord take it
So I build a house on top of Hip-Hop, wait for the day
*****z hating on me, they want Jayceon to play
And the DA waiting on Jayceon to make a
So they can put me in the squad car and lock me
Give me a odd job in the pen for pay
Let me out so I can drive criminal way
Pushing the rock, nah this ain't no Jay
The too hot, and I want the winter to stay
'cause I'm a cold ***** when I put the pen to the
Similar to shells going into my gauge
I hand 'em off to Dre, he them into granades
And Just Blaze, 'cause the boy got
Like I close my eyes, and up in a Roc chain
Now to reality, my gun and my vest
And if diamonds are forever, then I'm Kanye
Take a look at my chest, a hundred thou at
crew got chains, a hundred thou can't break 'em
And the flow is hot that wit Satan
And the only thing I got spinning is
The hotter I get the more willing to 'em
So soon as the beat drop, where I take 'em
Swap meet, to get me some All-Stars
When in the house, they callin all cars
'cause heard about what went on in D.C.
Heard Hot 97, my beef with 50

Now tell me do he got a
I think not, 'cause if he did I wouldn't be involved in nonsense
be in Harlem, wouldn't be at this conference
I'd rather be pushing rock, Samantha Ronson
50 whispered in my ear, like we still
We friends, I'm just acting like Charles Bronson
Middle finger in the air, one on my Johnson
Hip-Hop police on me like I'm the
What to the old school? I thought it was rhyming
Doug E. Fresh and Dane on the corner like Common
Now ain't common, it's more like Top Ramen
The flow is noodles, I throw it up like
And I still shine diamonds
They kicked me out of G-Unit and I rebounded Rodman
It's still Aftermath, two in the paint shit.
I be mad, I ain't, I'm supposed to stop I because
I'm in the politican, Impala liffin'
And I keep a black .45 on the of my prada denim
Chip on my like I'm fresh outta prison
Dollar vision, a hundred thou like my wallet missing
Then re-up like kid the d-cup
Continuously getting money my feet up
Chasing the throne, my black Air Force
I said fuck Benzino and got the cover of The
Feel me? If not I guess you gotta kill me
But you ain't gon' do so muthafucka move back
While I do B.I.G. and impersonations on two tracks
When I wake the dead, everybody remove
We miss ya'll, can I get a hand
Now back to rap, why I gotta strapped?
On that murder T-I-P, kill you
won't know which hole to patch up, when the K clap
I tried to you Young Buck, now it's time for payback
It go, how you from Cashville but you ain't got no cash
Say my name now that's fucking ass nigga
Kept your mouth shut and I you a pass nigga
Now I gotta lay you down like the last
Buck, buck, buck from my
This nigga playing with his life, I might have to put him in
Tryna play the game, shit up on the stereo
Prepare for burial, it's I'm reincarnating Harry-O
And you don't want David 'cause you love your life
Get my Vibe, it's war he pull out butter knifes
Muthafucka show you who the gangsta
All you do is Inc., now who the wanksta?
Suge had you, you were stranded on Tha Row
Juve left you for dead and back to the NO
50 heard you on the tour bus and felt little flow
he made you temporary replacement for Yayo
You a bitch, and that's hard to
And you got robbed for your spinning G-Unit in Chicago
I call my nigga Jojo to get it
He had the shit in his hands, and you had the ten stacks
Picture that, I we was G-Unit
Then you ran and told 50 I did that shit
Ask C-Murder, the boy hard to find
I Monica when I catch him The Boy is Mine
Take one of Brandy and pop
Watch his panties drop, when I run the Candy Shop
you, 50, Banks, Yayo, and the cops
And Olivia, I for a man she hot
Now I'm running out of breath, like I just boxed
Got 20 to go, lay it down like sheet rock
worry about the flow, the boy know he hot
Hurricanes in store November, fuck Reebocks
I'm fly a Hummingbird on a tree top
The new Hov, the new B.I.G., the new 'Pac, I need three
280 in, ain't no getting me
I'm yelling the world, on my victory lap
first it was Buddens, then it was Bleek
Now whoever muthafucka, yeah, who want beef?
Now muthafucka, who wanna see me?
In the coffin, body exhausted, resting in
You want war nigga, you want peace
So give 'em the peace, (sp?)
Let 'em rest in
From to east the flow is outdatable, irreplacable
Lyrical homicide, hell is hot, I'm boxing with
And I 'em the ace, you cannot replace 'em
If Eazy ever decide to return, I remain
A in the making, and the throne is for the taking
So I climb the mountain top and put my in
Got the of the world on my shoulder
Not a nigga nor a hoodrat can stop me from taking it over
This is crack music, go get the soda
300 Bars and Runnin, the wait is over
I'm gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone