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

I 50 Cent
He me Spongebob
And Tony Yayo is Clues
And Lloyd Banks is Dora the
my friends

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

[The
300 Bars and
Just loan me your for 15 minutes
Walk me

the breakdown, pass the doja, .45 in the holster
Hollow tips'll fold 'em, them niggaz they toy
Oh, that boy colder than unless he sober
Like I'm the president, but ain't the takeover
Now, there's the speaker, bring your ears a closer
Before you this a diss, and you make Hova pissed
Why would I wanna do that? I'm just the new cat
was taught if a nigga take shots to shoot back
Defending his yard, standing his ground
I'm saying if you gonna retire, then me the crown
Nah, let Bleek do it, then throw him a in Madison square
Watch sleep through it
We can go bar for bar, I'll let the lines to 'em
What they say? Bleek is over let Chris and do it
say the wrong thing, I'ma smack 'em silly
What you thought? Them was the only niggaz rapped in Philly?
See them niggaz with the soonies leave you in Philly
Then in groups like Beanie Mac in Philly
?? said Curtis Jack in
Make a U-turn, I gotta go back to
I my cheese stake, that's what I told the cops
So wouldn't get the dogs start searching for the glock
And I forget, B.I.G. got murdered by the cops
Even I was Ready To Die, when I heard that he was
What's beef? Beef is when I you on the spot
Labels signing many things, searching 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 cops the homies he got
When it's beef we eat, we win, but we 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
Stop hoping I fall, hope the bleeding
And I hope you black out you see the cops
I hot top for colors, I'm from Cedar Block
So I got my hot tops that make your stop
I'm a gangsta slash rapper, check CD shop
I'm Elvis in there, they can't believe you dropped
Now I'm moving on up to and Weezy's spot
I picked up where my Eazy stopped
I saw the coast, put the shit on my back
Sprayed Aftermath on it, loosened the strap
It get hot in here, let rap
hell to niggaz when Dre producing a track
Take it to the streets, put the duece to your hat
Then call up the pigs, tell them the back
Call Jadakiss, tell him duke is back
I'm still by your side, no matter who 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 back, thanks to Fat Joe
We got in heaven, you ready? Let's go
Drop them off, then the sound Esko
I'm a say ?? if me and Dre
All Nas back was he had a ??
Now the eulogy, beef is kinda foolish see
Niggaz running mouth about what the fuck they gon' do to me
But quit the yapping before I proceed to
And you gon' see the captain with of getting me captured
Even behind bars, I'm gon' shine
I'm 10 years than 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, you started sleeping in that vest dog
I don't need 50 Cent, my make collect calls
a faggot nigga wig
He got G-Unit wings, throw them off the Bridge
Now your is over, career is over
We in QB, CNN in the rover
T-O-N-Y, the phony NORE
You the talk of New York, your sixteens is boring
Take that off ??, go back to PC
And tell 50 Cent you a copy of Beef 3
I'm airing ass out on DVD
You rhyme like Lloyd Banks repeat after me
I'm a toy soldier
On street doing voice overs
Bitch ass nigga a rhyme dictionary, to rehearse his lines
Sound like Oscar the Grouch, with them rhymes
We was in the studio, when I got signed
He got stuck, he called 50 borrow some lines
That's the wrong nigga, you need help with your rhymes
All he tell you is say G-Unit one more time
Got mad 'cause I ain't wanna your beef mine
You got with Ja, why you ain't go at Shyne?
He freestyled the pen, that's just the fact
he'd put you with your mom, and you ain't fucked with that
Then you about your pops, he ain't never bust no cap
Like Father, Like Son, go ask that
I knew from the beginning I couldn't trust those
I'd 'em all, if I could bring Justo back
The underground is mine, I treat it like
It's the reason saying my name like Mike Jones
The underground is mine, I treat it like
the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones
The underground is mine, I it like home
It's the reason saying my name like Mike Jones
I
The underground is mine, I treat it like
It's the reason saying my name like Mike Jones
And I'm far from Houston but you can chop it and it
Do whatever to it, but it in the store the shit
Gave 'em a hundred bars, ain't think I could do it
Came with two hundred, nigga this is than music
Dre knew it, that boy hot like summer
Both ?? in the dirt, 300 and Runnin
And I with any nigga, say my name motherfuck I'm gunnin'
You can put it on skee if you it
air you out on Drama King, Mike, or Clue
And watch them shits sell out like a Air shoe
I told Funk when I catch the nigga Whoo Kid
We gon' see if he know how to DJ bruised ribs
Don't hit me on the sidekick asking you did
Get a gun or ask police to use his
'cause Bloods get ya
Bloods, Bloods gonna get ya for Shadyville chain
That 380 spill brains, when I pop
NY, in front of hip-hop cops
Or broad day in L.A., tell Em and Dre
This nigga bootlegging my music, nothing for him to say
Took me off my own songs, then put it on his
So I'ma him out his house, put the beam on his face
him off at Terror Squad, let him scream for the jakes
'cause when you with Jayceon, you can bleed in the lake
For off niggaz on them CD's and tapes
Ask to scratch a record, you will see he fake
If 50 was Puffy, you'd run and go get him a cheese
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 for your just a lil bit
Niggaz only for shit just a lil bit
On my 50 helped me just a lil bit
on two songs, now back to some killer shit
My clips bananas, I kill a quick
Beating on your chest, I see to death, yep
Tell Ecko to make him a
Tell Reebock to him some boots
Get him a band, to cover the holes in his head
He a man for thinking he can walk through muddy waters like Redman
Banks blacked out and let the gun blam without a Man
So the gotta ask for his strings
Take my advice, never air max for the ??
Unless you one of the Bloods, or a king
'cause if your left with the Aryans your ass will
And your cell is a 25 to lifer
They will you then ?? then fuck you on Rikers
And Life On
Now back to the of the hour who lied and said he write my songs
He told Dre was gonna leave me on the shelf
So he me all his hits, you should've kept them for yourself
Nigga stop tough before I stand over you
you how The Documentary live on top of The Massacre
Make a I'm blasting your ass to the last one
Ten shots the Mack empty the rest in the passenger
Fase yelling thats enough, let the bag him up
in Makaveli and lift the doors on the Maganum
Gun smoking, Fase think I'm locin' up
Reverse the '05 hurse on 41st and traffic,
Hip-Hop on my left, but I pass 'em up
The got a hemmy in it, Game got a Remy in 'em
In and out of lanes like a New cab
I'm Mr. Ol' King, New York cab
Who's this fake nigga, on pictures with the Jake
Got his crew starving he ain't the whole cake, nigga
He ain't Nas, B.I.G., ain't Jigga
If he ain't Cube or Pac who you got?
We getting of you talkin about who you shot
I'll use six bars to tell you who you not
You 50 Cent, he went out like a gangsta
You went out Vivica, three months after wanksta
Get Rich or Die Tryin, we you was hot
Now the nigga wanna take us to the Candy Shop
C'mon man, what happened to the
Now you could find in the club, him and Lloyd hugging
Nigga got mad when The Game start
So fuck making friends now I'm throwing slugs
talking about we a family, Game had to go
Nigga I'll that ho like I'm Jackie-O
'cause I don't wanna be cool, I wanna be you
I don't wanna shake hands, or wear G-Unit shoes
Don't want you on my hooks, wanna be in your group
wanna sit here and wait
To be gone, so I can head back to the
Fresh white Nike airs and the socks fitted

Pull the low, if they don't get it
Bentley Coup on gold daytons, I was the one with it
Four times platinum, I been there and did it
Came in the game and shitted, wiped my ass with it
They say the Lord givth, if Lord it away
So I build a on top of Hip-Hop, I'll wait for the day
hating on me, they don't want Jayceon to play
And the DA waiting on Jayceon to a mistake
So can put me in the SWAT car and lock me away
me a odd job in the pen for minimum pay
Let me out so I can down criminal way
Pushing the rock, nah ain't no subliminal Jay
The too hot, and I want the winter to stay
'cause I'm a cold when I put the pen to the page
Similar to them shells going into my
I hand 'em off to Dre, he turned them into
And Just Blaze, the boy got game
Like I close my eyes, and up in a Roc chain
Now to reality, my gun and my vest
And if diamonds are forever, I'm Kanye West
Take a look at my chest, a hundred thou wet
Whole crew got chains, a hundred thou can't 'em
And the is hot like that wit Satan
And the only thing I got spinning is
The I get the more willing to snake 'em
So soon as the beat drop, watch where I 'em
Compton Swap meet, to get me some
When in the house, they call ??
'cause they heard 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 in this nonsense
Wouldn't be in Harlem, wouldn't be at this
I'd be pushing rock, like ??
50 in my ear, like we still bonding
We ain't friends, I'm just acting like Charles
Middle finger in the air, one hand on my
Hip-Hop police on me I'm the convict
What happened to the old school? I it was rhyming
Doug E. Fresh and Dana Day on the like Common
Now ain't common, it's more like Top Ramen
The is news, I throw it up like vomit
And I still like diamonds
kicked me out of G-Unit and I rebounded like Rodman
It's Aftermath, two feet in the pentition
I be mad, I ain't, I'm supposed to stop I because
I'm in the hood politican, ??
And I keep a black .45 on the side of my prada
Chip on my shoulder like I'm fresh outta
Dollar vision, blow a thou like my wallet missing
Then like kid before the d-cup
getting money with my feet up
Chasing the throne, here my Air Force
I said fuck Benzino and got the cover of The
Feel me? If not then I guess you gotta me
But you ain't gon' do that so motherfucker move
While I do B.I.G. and 'Pac on two tracks
When I wake the dead, remove hats
We y'all, can I get a hand clap?
Now back to rap, why I gotta stay
On that T-I-P, kill you ASAP
They won't know which hole to patch up, when the ??
I tried to spare you Young Buck, now it's for payback
It go, how you from Cashville but you ain't got no cash
Say my name now your fucking ass nigga
Kept your mouth shut and I you a pass nigga
Now I gotta lay you like the last nigga
Buck, buck, buck my AK-47
This nigga with his life, I might have to put him in heaven
Tryna play the game, shit up on the stereo
Prepare for burial, it's when I'm Harry-O
And you don't want that David 'cause you your life
Get my Vibe, it's war he pull out butter knifes
I'ma show you who the gangsta
All you do is Inc., now who the wanksta?
When Suge had you, you were on Tha Row
Juve left you for dead and back to the NO
50 heard you on the tour bus and felt little flow
Then he made you temporary replacement for
You a bitch, and that's to swallow
And you got robbed for your G-Unit chain in Chicago
I call my nigga Jojo to get it
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 I did that shit
Ask C-Murder, the boy ain't hard to
I told when I catch him The Boy is Mine
Take one shot of and pop
Watch his panties drop, when I run inside the Candy
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 bars to go, lay it down sheet rock
Don't 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 spots
280 in, ain't no me back
I'm yelling fuck the world, on my lap
Remember it was Buddens, then it was Bleek
Now it's motherfucker, yeah, who want beef?
Now whenever motherfucker, who see me?
In the coffin, exhausted, resting in peace
You want war nigga, you want peace
So give 'em the peace, (sp?)
Let 'em rest in
From west to east the flow is outdatable,
Lyrical homicide, hell is hot, I'm with Satan
And I slipped 'em the ace, you cannot 'em
If ever decide to return, I remain Jayceon
A king in the making, and the throne is for the
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
This is crack music, go get the baking
300 Bars and Runnin, nigga the is over
I'm gone...