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My mama me to Sam Goody's
I to buy a 50 Cent CD
I took shit home
shit was wack like a motherfucker
Don't fuck Game

I 50 Cent
He reminds me
And Tony Yayo is Blues
And Lloyd Banks is the Explorer
my friends

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

[The
300 and Runnin
Just loan me your for 15 minutes
with me

Here the breakdown, pass the doja, .45 in the
Hollow fold 'em, them niggaz they toy soldiers
Oh, that boy colder Hova unless he sober
Like I'm the president, but this the takeover
Now, there's the speaker, bring your ears a little
Before you call this a diss, and you make Hova
Why would I do that? When I'm just the new cat
That was taught if a nigga take shots to back
Defending his yard, yeah his ground
I'm saying if you retire, then hand me the crown
Nah, let Bleek do it, throw him a concert in Madison square
Watch everybody through it
We can go bar for bar, let the lines speak to 'em
What they say? Bleek is over let Chris and do it
They say the thing, I'ma smack 'em silly
What you thought? Them was the niggaz that rapped in Philly?
See them niggaz with the soonies leave you wrapped in
Then dash in groups Beanie Mac in Philly
?? Curtis Jack in Philly
Make a U-turn, I gotta go back to
I forgot my cheese stake, that's what I told the
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 that he was shot
What's beef? is when I murk you on the spot
signing many things, still searching for they Pac
I put purple on the
So I don't feel threatened when Ludacris say he for the #1 spot
Ask 50, it get on top
You can hate me or love me, but now the cops the homies he got
When beef we eat, we win, but we ain't lonely we pop
You sell 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
hoping I fall, hope the bleeding stop
And I you black out before you see the cops
I ain't hot top for colors, I'm Cedar Block
So I got my hot tops that make your stop
I'm a gangsta slash rapper, check your CD
I'm like Elvis in there, they believe you dropped
Now I'm moving on up to George and spot
I up where my homeboy Eazy stopped
I saw the west coast, put the on my back
Sprayed Aftermath on it, then loosened the
It get hot in here, let rap
Bring hell to niggaz when Dre producing a
Take it to the streets, put the duece to your hat
Then up the pigs, tell them the rooster's back
Call Jadakiss, tell him that is back
I'm still by your side, no who comes strapped
Fuck Banks, it ain't about who can rap
It's about when the ?? clap, is rufus
I see what you thinkin, you me to die, is that so?
Now you left leaning back, to Fat Joe
We got reservations in heaven, you ready? go
Drop them off, then the sound like
I'm a say ?? if me and Dre
All Nas back was he had a ??
Now that's the eulogy, beef is foolish see
Niggaz running their mouth about what the they gon' do to me
But quit the yapping before I to clapping
And you gon' see the captain with of getting me captured
Even behind bars, I'm gon' shine
I'm 10 years younger Yayo, I get out, I'm fine
I go right back, nigga I pop mines
How you gon' drop Olivia, you drop dimes
I knew you changed, when you started sleeping in vest dog
I don't need 50 Cent, my niggaz make collect
a faggot nigga wig
He got G-Unit wings, them off the Queens Bridge
Now your is over, career is over
We in QB, banging CNN in the
T-O-N-Y, that's the NORE
You ain't the talk of New York, your sixteens is
Take that off ??, go back to PC
And tell 50 Cent you a copy of Beef 3
I'm their 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 rehearse his lines
Sound Oscar the Grouch, with them nursery rhymes
We was in the studio, when I first got
He got stuck, he 50 tryna borrow some lines
That's the wrong nigga, when you need help with rhymes
All he gon' you is say G-Unit one more time
Got mad 'cause I ain't wanna make your beef
You got lucky Ja, why you ain't go at Shyne?
He freestyled from the pen, that's just the
Said he'd put you with mom, and you ain't fucked with that
Then you lied about your pops, he ain't bust no cap
Father, Like Son, go ask Busta that
I from the beginning I couldn't trust those cats
I'd kill 'em all, if I bring Justo back
The underground is mine, I it like home
It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Jones
The is mine, I treat it like home
It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Jones
The underground is mine, I treat it home
the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones
I
The is mine, I treat it like home
It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike
And I'm far from but you can chop it and screw it
Do whatever to it, but it in the store the moving
Gave 'em a hundred bars, ain't think I could do it
Came with two hundred, nigga this is more music
Even Dre it, that boy hot like summer
Both ?? in the dirt, 300 Bars and
And I with any nigga, say my name motherfuck 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 Flex when I catch the nigga Whoo Kid
We gon' see if he know how to DJ with ribs
Don't hit me on the sidekick asking you did
Get a gun or ask 50's to use his
'cause gonna get ya
Bloods, Bloods gonna get ya for Shadyville chain
380 spill brains, when I pop shots
Outside NY, in front of hip-hop
Or day in L.A., I'ma tell Em and Dre
This nigga bootlegging my music, nothing for him to say
Took me off my own songs, put it on his tapes
So take him out his house, put the beam on his face
Drop him off at Terror Squad, let him scream for the
'cause when you with Jayceon, you can bleed in the lake
For caking off niggaz on them and tapes
Ask them to scratch a record, you see he fake
If 50 was Puffy, run and go get him a cheese cake
Take the DJ off name, Mr. Instant replay
Not the instant
I mean the machine that use every time 50 on stage singing like
only for your shit just a lil bit
Niggaz only for shit just a lil bit
On my album 50 me just a lil bit
on two songs, now back to some killer shit
My bananas, I kill a gorilla quick
Beating on chest, I see to your death, yep
Tell to make him a suit
Tell Reebock to make him some
Get him a head band, to cover the in his head
He a dead man for thinking he can walk through muddy like Redman
Banks out and let the gun blam without a M-E-T-H-O-D Man
So the lieutenant gotta ask for his
my advice, never wear air max for the ??
Unless you one of the Bloods, or a latin
'cause if your left with the Aryans your ass will
And your mate is a 25 to lifer
They will stab you then ?? then fuck you on
And Goes On
Now to the coward of the hour who lied and said he write my songs
He Vibe Dre was gonna leave me on the shelf
So he gave me all his hits, you should've kept for yourself
Nigga stop acting tough before I over you
Show you how The Documentary on top of The Massacre
Make a I'm blasting your ass to the last one
Ten shots from the Mack empty the rest in the
Fase yelling thats enough, let the bag him up
in Makaveli and lift the doors on the Maganum
Gun smoking, Fase I'm locin' backing up
Reverse the '05 hurse on 41st and traffic,
Hip-Hop cops on my left, but I 'em up
The Dodge got a in it, Game got a Remy in 'em
In and out of like a New York cab
I'm Mr. Ol' King, New York cab
Who's this fake nigga, on pictures with the nigga?
Got his crew starving 'cause he ain't the whole cake,
He ain't Nas, B.I.G., ain't Jigga
If he ain't Cube or Pac then who you
We getting tired of you talkin who you shot
I'll use another six bars to you who you not
You 50 Cent, he went out like a gangsta
You out with Vivica, three months after wanksta
Get Rich or Die Tryin, we you was hot
Now the nigga wanna take us to the Candy Shop
man, what happened to the thug?
Now you could find in the club, him and Lloyd Banks
Nigga got mad The Game start buzzing
So making friends now I'm into throwing slugs
talking about we a family, Game had to go
Nigga I'll smack that ho I'm Jackie-O
'cause I don't wanna be cool, I 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 your
Just wanna sit here and
To be gone, so I can back to the block
Fresh white Nike airs and the matching socks

Pull the brim low, if don't get it
Bentley Coup on gold daytons, I was the one with it
Four times platinum, I done there and did it
in the game and shitted, then wiped my ass with it
They say the Lord givth, if Lord take it
So I build a house on top of Hip-Hop, I'll for the day
Niggaz hating on me, they don't want Jayceon to
And the DA waiting on to make a mistake
So they can put me in the SWAT car and lock me
me a odd job in the pen for minimum pay
Let me out so I can down criminal way
the rock, nah this ain't no subliminal Jay
The summer too hot, and I want the to stay
'cause I'm a cold nigga when I put the pen to the
Similar to them shells going into my
I hand 'em off to Dre, he them into granades
And Just Blaze, 'cause the boy got
Like I my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain
Now back to reality, my gun and my
And if diamonds are forever, I'm Kanye West
Take a look at my chest, a hundred thou wet
crew got chains, a hundred thou can't break 'em
And the flow is hot like wit Satan
And the only I got spinning is Daytons
The hotter I get the more to snake 'em
So soon as the beat drop, watch I take 'em
Swap meet, to get me some All-Stars
When Game in the house, they ??
'cause they about what went on in D.C
Heard about Hot 97, my beef 50
Now me do he got a conscience?
I think not, 'cause if he did I wouldn't be in this nonsense
Wouldn't be in Harlem, be at this conference
I'd be pushing rock, like ??
50 in my ear, like we still bonding
We ain't friends, I'm just like Charles Bronson
Middle finger in the air, one on my Johnson
Hip-Hop on me like I'm the convict
What happened to the old school? I thought it was
Doug E. Fresh and Dana Day on the like Common
Now ain't common, it's more like Top Ramen
The flow is news, I throw it up like
And I still like diamonds
They me out of G-Unit and I rebounded like Rodman
It's still Aftermath, two in the pentition
I be mad, I ain't, I'm supposed to I can't because
I'm in the hood politican, ??
And I a black .45 on the side of my prada denim
Chip on my shoulder like I'm fresh prison
vision, blow a hundred thou like my wallet missing
Then like kid before the d-cup
Continuously getting with my feet up
the throne, here my black Air Force
I said fuck and got the cover of The Source
Feel me? If not I guess you gotta kill me
But you ain't gon' do that so motherfucker move
I do B.I.G. and 'Pac impersonations on two tracks
When I wake the dead, remove hats
We miss y'all, can I get a clap?
Now back to rap, why I stay strapped?
On that murder T-I-P, kill you
They won't know which hole to patch up, when the ??
I tried to you Young Buck, now it's time for payback
It go, how you from Cashville but you got no cash nigga?
Say my now that's your fucking ass nigga
Kept mouth shut and I gave you a pass nigga
Now I lay you down like the last nigga
Buck, buck, buck from my
This nigga with his life, I might have to put him in heaven
Tryna play the game, talking up on the stereo
Prepare for burial, it's when I'm reincarnating
And you don't want David 'cause you love your life
Get my Vibe, when war he pull out butter knifes
I'ma show you who the gangsta
All you do is Murder Inc., now who the
When Suge had you, you were on Tha Row
Juve you for dead and went back to the NO
50 heard you on the tour bus and felt your little
Then he made you replacement for Yayo
You a bitch, and that's to swallow
And you got robbed for spinning G-Unit chain in Chicago
I call my Jojo to get it back
He had the shit in his hands, and you had the ten stacks
that, I thought we was G-Unit
Then you ran and told 50 that I did shit
Ask C-Murder, the boy ain't hard to
I Monica when I catch him The Boy is Mine
Take one of Brandy and pop
Watch his panties drop, I run inside 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 beat boxed
Got 20 to go, lay it down like sheet rock
worry about the flow, the boy know he hot
Hurricanes in store November, nigga fuck
I'm fly like a Hummingbird on a top
The new Hov, the new B.I.G., the new 'Pac, I need spots
280 in, ain't no me back
I'm yelling the world, on my victory lap
Remember first it was Buddens, it was Bleek
Now whoever motherfucker, yeah, who want beef?
Now whenever motherfucker, who see me?
In the coffin, exhausted, resting in peace
You don't want war nigga, you want
So give 'em the peace, (sp?)
Let 'em in peace
From to east the flow is outdatable, irreplacable
Lyrical homicide, hell is hot, I'm boxing with
And I slipped 'em the ace, you replace 'em
If ever decide to return, I remain Jayceon
A king in the making, and the is for the taking
So I the mountain top and put my stake in
Got the of the world on my shoulder
Not a nigga nor a hoodrat can stop me from taking it over
is crack music, go get the baking soda
300 Bars and Runnin, nigga the is over
I'm gone...