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

I like 50
He me Spongebob
And Tony Yayo is Blues
And Banks is Dora the Explorer
my friends

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

[The
300 and Runnin
Just loan me ears for 15 minutes
Walk me

the breakdown, pass the doja, .45 in the holster
Hollow tips'll fold 'em, niggaz they toy soldiers
Oh, that boy than Hova unless he sober
Like I'm the president, but this the takeover
Now, the speaker, bring your ears a little closer
Before you this a diss, and you make Hova pissed
Why would I wanna do that? I'm just the new cat
That was taught if a nigga take shots to shoot
Defending his yard, standing his ground
I'm saying if you retire, then hand me the crown
Nah, let do it, then throw him a concert in Madison square
Watch everybody sleep it
We can go bar for bar, I'll let the speak to 'em
What they say? Bleek is let Chris and Neef do it
say the wrong thing, I'ma smack 'em silly
What you thought? was the only niggaz that rapped in Philly?
See niggaz with the soonies leave you wrapped in Philly
dash in groups like Beanie Mac in Philly
?? said Curtis in Philly
Make a U-turn, I gotta go back to
I my cheese 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 murdered by the
Even I was Ready To Die, I heard that he was shot
What's Beef is when I murk you on the spot
Labels signing things, still searching for they Pac
I put purple on the
So I don't feel threatened when Ludacris say he coming for the #1
Ask 50, it get on top
You can hate me or love me, but now the the only homies he got
When beef we eat, we win, but we ain't 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 Yayo I bet 10 G's you
Run up on new 300 C you got
Stop hoping I fall, hope the stop
And I hope you out before you see the cops
I hot top for colors, I'm from Cedar Block
So I got my hot tops that your breathing stop
I'm a gangsta rapper, check your CD shop
I'm Elvis in there, they can't believe you dropped
Now I'm moving on up to George and spot
I picked up my homeboy Eazy stopped
I saw the coast, put the shit on my back
Sprayed on it, then loosened the strap
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 call up the pigs, them the rooster's back
Call Jadakiss, tell him that is back
I'm still by your side, no matter who strapped
Lloyd Banks, it ain't about who can rap
It's when the ?? clap, is rufus back
I see you thinkin, you want me to die, is that so?
Now you leaning back, thanks to Fat Joe
We got reservations in heaven, you Let's go
Drop them off, the sound like Esko
I'm a say ?? if me and Dre
All Nas back was he had a ??
Now that's the eulogy, is kinda foolish see
Niggaz their mouth about what the fuck they gon' do to me
But quit the yapping I proceed to clapping
And you gon' see the with plans of getting me captured
Even behind bars, I'm still gon'
I'm 10 younger than Yayo, I get out, I'm fine
Then I go right back, I pop mines
How you gon' drop Olivia, you only drop
I knew you changed, when you started sleeping in vest dog
I need 50 Cent, my niggaz make collect calls
a faggot nigga wig
He got G-Unit wings, them off the Queens Bridge
Now your career is over, career is
We in QB, banging CNN in the
T-O-N-Y, that's the phony
You ain't the talk of New York, your sixteens is
that shit off ??, go back to PC
And tell 50 Cent you want a copy of 3
I'm their ass out on DVD
You wanna rhyme like Lloyd Banks after me
I'm a toy soldier
On Sesame street doing overs
Bitch ass nigga need a dictionary, to rehearse his lines
Sound like Oscar the Grouch, with them nursery
We was in the studio, when I got signed
He got stuck, he called 50 tryna borrow lines
That's the nigga, when you need help with your rhymes
All he tell you is say G-Unit one more time
Got mad 'cause I ain't wanna make your beef
You got lucky with Ja, why you go at Shyne?
He from the pen, that's just the fact
Said he'd put you with mom, and you ain't fucked with that
you lied about your pops, he ain't never bust no cap
Like Father, Like Son, go ask that
I knew from the beginning I trust those cats
I'd kill 'em all, if I could Justo back
The underground is mine, I treat it like
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 it like home
It's the reason niggaz my name like Mike Jones
I
The underground is mine, I treat it like
It's the niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones
And I'm far from Houston but you can it and screw it
Do to it, but it in the store the shit moving
Gave 'em a hundred bars, ain't think I could do it
Came two hundred, nigga this is more than music
Even Dre knew it, boy hot like summer
Both ?? in the dirt, 300 and Runnin
And I beef 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 sell out like a Air Jordon shoe
I told Funk Flex when I catch the Whoo Kid
We gon' see if he know how to DJ with bruised
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
That 380 brains, when I pop shots
NY, in front of hip-hop cops
Or day in L.A., I'ma tell Em and Dre
This bootlegging my music, ain't nothing for him to say
Took me off my own songs, put it on his tapes
So I'ma him out his house, put the beam on his face
Drop him off at Squad, let him scream for the jakes
'cause when you fucking with Jayceon, you can bleed in the
For caking off on them CD's and tapes
Ask them to a record, you will see he fake
If 50 was Puffy, run and go get him a cheese 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 like
Bitches for your shit just a lil bit
only for your shit just a lil bit
On my album 50 helped me a lil bit
Only on two songs, now back to killer shit
My clips bananas, I a gorilla quick
Beating on chest, I see to your 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 dead man for thinking he can through muddy waters like Redman
Banks out and let the gun blam without a M-E-T-H-O-D Man
So the gotta ask for his strings
Take my advice, wear air max for the ??
Unless you one of the Bloods, or a king
'cause if your left with the Aryans your ass sting
And your mate is a 25 to lifer
They will stab you then ?? then you on Rikers
And Goes On
Now to the coward 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 acting tough before I stand over you
Show you how The Documentary live on top of The
Make a I'm blasting your ass to the last one
Ten shots from the Mack the rest in the passenger
Fase yelling thats enough, let the bag him up
Throw in and lift the doors on the Maganum
Gun smoking, think I'm locin' backing up
Reverse the '05 hurse on 41st and traffic,
cops on my left, but I pass 'em up
The Dodge got a hemmy in it, got a Remy in 'em
In and out of lanes a New York cab
I'm Mr. Ol' King, that New cab
this fake nigga, on pictures with the Jake nigga?
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 then who you
We getting tired of you about who you shot
I'll use another six to tell you who you not
You ain't 50 Cent, he went out a gangsta
You went out with Vivica, three months after
Get or Die Tryin, we thought 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 buzzing
So fuck friends now I'm into throwing slugs
Olivia talking we a family, Game had to go
Nigga I'll smack that ho like I'm
'cause I don't wanna be cool, I don't be you
I don't wanna shake hands, or your G-Unit shoes
want you on my hooks, don't wanna be in your group
Just sit here and wait
To be gone, so I can back to the block
Fresh white Nike airs and the socks fitted

Pull the low, if they don't get it
Coup on gold daytons, I was the first one with it
Four times platinum, I done been and did it
Came in the and shitted, then wiped my ass with it
They say the Lord givth, if take it away
So I build a house on top of Hip-Hop, I'll for the day
Niggaz hating on me, they don't want to play
And the DA waiting on Jayceon to make a
So they can put me in the SWAT car and me away
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 when I put the pen to the page
Similar to them shells going 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 West
a look at my chest, a hundred thou wet jacob
Whole crew got chains, a hundred thou can't 'em
And the flow is hot like wit Satan
And the only I got spinning is Daytons
The hotter I get the more willing to 'em
So soon as the beat drop, watch I take 'em
Swap meet, to get me some All-Stars
When Game in the house, call ??
'cause heard about what went on in D.C
Heard about Hot 97, my with 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, wouldn't be at conference
I'd be pushing rock, like ??
50 in my ear, like we still bonding
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 happened to the old I thought it was rhyming
E. Fresh and Dana Day on the corner like Common
Now that ain't common, it's more Top Ramen
The flow is news, I it up like vomit
And I shine like diamonds
They kicked me out of G-Unit and I rebounded like
still Aftermath, two feet in the pentition
I be mad, I ain't, I'm to stop I can't because
I'm in the politican, Impala ??
And I keep a black .45 on the side of my denim
Chip on my like I'm fresh outta prison
Dollar vision, blow a hundred like my wallet missing
Then re-up like kid before the
Continuously getting with my feet up
Chasing the throne, here my Air Force
I said Benzino 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 move back
I do B.I.G. and 'Pac impersonations 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 murder T-I-P, kill you ASAP
They won't know hole to patch up, when the ?? clap
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 name now that's your fucking ass
Kept your mouth and I gave you a pass nigga
Now I gotta lay you down the last nigga
Buck, buck, buck from my
This nigga playing his life, I might have to put him in heaven
Tryna the game, talking shit up on the stereo
Prepare for burial, it's when I'm reincarnating
And you don't want that David 'cause you love life
Get my Vibe, when it's war he pull out butter
Muthafucker show you who the gangsta
All you do is Murder Inc., now who the
Suge had you, you were stranded on Tha Row
Juve you for dead and went back to the NO
50 heard you on the tour bus and felt your flow
Then he made you replacement for Yayo
You a bitch, and that's hard to
And you got robbed for your spinning G-Unit in Chicago
I my nigga Jojo to get it back
He had the shit in his hands, and you ain't had the ten
that, I thought we was G-Unit
Then you ran and told 50 that I did that
Ask C-Murder, the boy ain't hard to
I told Monica I catch him The Boy is Mine
one shot 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 beat boxed
Got 20 to go, lay it down like sheet rock
Don't worry about the flow, the boy he hot
Hurricanes in November, nigga 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, no getting me back
I'm yelling the world, on my victory lap
Remember it was Buddens, then it was Bleek
Now whoever motherfucker, yeah, who want beef?
Now motherfucker, who wanna see me?
In the coffin, body exhausted, resting in
You don't want war nigga, you want
So 'em the peace, capiche (sp?)
Let 'em rest in
From west to east the is outdatable, irreplacable
Lyrical homicide, hell is hot, I'm boxing with
And I slipped 'em the ace, you cannot 'em
If Eazy ever to return, I remain Jayceon
A king in the making, and the 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
is crack music, go get the baking soda
300 Bars and Runnin, nigga the wait is
I'm gone...