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My mama took me to Sam
I wanted to buy a 50 CD
I took that home
That shit was like a motherfucker
Don't with Game

I like 50
He me Spongebob
And Yayo is Blues Clues
And Lloyd is Dora the Explorer
my friends

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

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

Here the breakdown, the doja, .45 in the holster
Hollow tips'll fold 'em, them niggaz they toy
Oh, that boy than Hova unless he sober
Like I'm the president, but this ain't the
Now, there's the speaker, bring your 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
was taught if a nigga take shots to shoot back
Defending his yard, standing his ground
I'm saying if you gonna retire, hand me the crown
Nah, let Bleek do it, then throw him a in Madison square
everybody sleep through it
We can go bar for bar, let the lines speak to 'em
What they say? Bleek is over let and Neef do it
They say the wrong thing, smack 'em silly
What you thought? was the only niggaz that rapped in Philly?
See them niggaz with the soonies leave you wrapped in
Then in groups like Beanie Mac in Philly
?? said Curtis in Philly
a U-turn, I gotta go back to Philly
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 by the cops
Even I was Ready To Die, when I heard that he was
What's Beef is when I murk you on the spot
Labels many things, still searching for they Pac
I put purple on the
So I don't feel threatened Ludacris say he coming for the #1 spot
Ask 50, it get on top
You can hate me or me, but now the cops the only homies he got
When it's beef we eat, we win, but we ain't 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 Yayo I bet 10 G's you
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 ain't hot top for colors, I'm from Cedar
So I got my hot tops that make your stop
I'm a slash rapper, check your CD shop
I'm like Elvis in there, they can't you dropped
Now I'm moving on up to George and spot
I picked up where my 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 niggaz when Dre producing a
it to the streets, put the duece duece to your hat
Then up the pigs, tell them the rooster's back
Call Jadakiss, tell him duke is back
I'm still by your side, no matter who comes
Fuck Lloyd Banks, it about who can rap
It's about when the ?? clap, is back
I see what you thinkin, you me to die, is that so?
Now you leaning back, thanks to Fat Joe
We got reservations in heaven, you ready? go
them off, then the sound like Esko
I'm a say ?? if me and Dre
All Nas said was he had a ??
Now that's the eulogy, beef is foolish see
Niggaz running their mouth about what the fuck they do to me
But quit the yapping before I proceed to
And you gon' see the captain with plans of getting me
behind 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' Olivia, you only drop dimes
I knew you changed, when you sleeping in that vest dog
I need 50 Cent, my niggaz make collect calls
a faggot nigga wig
He got G-Unit wings, throw them off the Queens
Now your career is over, 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, sixteens is boring
Take that off ??, go back to PC
And 50 Cent you want a copy of Beef 3
I'm their ass out on DVD
You wanna like Lloyd Banks repeat after me
I'm a toy soldier
On Sesame street voice overs
Bitch ass need a rhyme dictionary, to rehearse his lines
Sound like Oscar the Grouch, with nursery rhymes
We was in the studio, when I first got
He got stuck, he called 50 tryna borrow lines
That's the wrong nigga, when you need help with rhymes
All he gon' tell you is say G-Unit one more
Got mad 'cause I ain't make your beef mine
You got lucky with Ja, why you go at Shyne?
He freestyled from the pen, that's just the
Said he'd put you with your mom, and you ain't with that
Then you lied about your pops, he ain't never 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 could bring Justo
The underground is mine, I treat it home
It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike
The is mine, I treat it like home
It's the niggaz saying my name like Mike 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
the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones
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, they think I could do it
Came with two hundred, this is more than music
Even Dre knew it, that boy hot like
Both ?? in the dirt, 300 and Runnin
And I beef any nigga, say my name motherfuck I'm gunnin'
You can put it on skee if you it
I'll air you out on King, Mike, or Clue
And watch them sell out like a Air Jordon shoe
I told Funk when I catch the nigga Whoo Kid
We see if he know how to DJ with bruised ribs
hit me on the sidekick asking what 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 brains, when I pop shots
Outside NY, in of hip-hop cops
Or day in L.A., I'ma tell Em and Dre
This nigga bootlegging my music, ain't 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
Drop him off at Squad, let him scream for the jakes
'cause when you with Jayceon, you can bleed in the lake
For caking off niggaz on them CD's and
Ask them to a record, you will see he fake
If 50 was Puffy, you'd run and go get him a cheese
Take the DJ off your name, Mr. Instant
Not the instant
I mean the machine that G-Unit use every time 50 on singing like
only for your shit just a lil bit
Niggaz only for your just a lil bit
On my album 50 me just a lil bit
Only on two songs, now back to some shit
My clips bananas, I kill a quick
Beating on chest, I see to your death, yep
Ecko to make him a suit
Tell Reebock to him some boots
Get him a head band, to cover the holes in his
He a dead man for thinking he can walk through muddy like Redman
blacked out and let the gun blam without a M-E-T-H-O-D Man
So the lieutenant ask for his strings
my advice, never wear air max for the ??
Unless you one of the Bloods, or a king
'cause if your left with the Aryans your ass will
And cell mate is a 25 to lifer
They will stab you then ?? then you on Rikers
And Goes On
Now back to the of the hour who lied and said he write my songs
He Vibe Dre was gonna leave me on the shelf
So he me all his hits, you should've kept them for yourself
Nigga stop acting tough before I 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 from the Mack empty the in the passenger
Fase thats enough, let the coroner bag him up
Throw in Makaveli and lift the on the Maganum
Gun smoking, Fase think I'm backing up
Reverse the '05 hurse on and traffic, what
cops 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, that New cab
Who's fake nigga, on pictures with the Jake nigga?
Got his crew starving 'cause he 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 tired of you talkin 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 months wanksta
Get or Die Tryin, we thought you was hot
Now the same nigga 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 fuck making friends now I'm throwing slugs
Olivia talking we a family, Game had to go
I'll smack that ho like I'm Jackie-O
'cause I don't wanna be cool, I wanna be you
I don't shake hands, or wear your G-Unit shoes
Don't want you on my hooks, don't wanna be in your
wanna sit here and wait
To be gone, so I can head back to the
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 been there and did it
Came in the game and shitted, then wiped my ass it
They say the Lord givth, if Lord it away
So I a house 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 to make a mistake
So they can put me in the SWAT car and lock me
Give me a odd job in the pen for pay
Let me out so I can drive down 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 nigga I put the pen to the page
to them shells going into my gauge
I 'em off to Dre, he turned them into granades
And Just Blaze, the boy got game
I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain
Now back to reality, my gun and my
And if are forever, then I'm Kanye West
Take a at my chest, a hundred thou wet jacob
crew got chains, a hundred thou can't break 'em
And the flow is hot that wit Satan
And the only thing I got is Daytons
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 All-Stars
When Game in the house, they ??
'cause they about what went on in D.C
Heard about Hot 97, my with 50
Now tell me do he got a
I think not, 'cause if he did I be involved in this nonsense
Wouldn't be in Harlem, be at this conference
I'd rather be pushing rock, ??
50 whispered in my ear, like we bonding
We ain't friends, I'm just acting Charles Bronson
Middle finger in the air, one hand on my
Hip-Hop police on me I'm the convict
What happened to the old I thought it was rhyming
Doug E. and Dana Day on the corner like Common
Now that ain't common, more like Top Ramen
The is news, I throw it up like vomit
And I still shine 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 to stop I can't because
I'm in the politican, Impala ??
And I a black .45 on the side of my prada denim
on my shoulder like I'm fresh outta prison
Dollar vision, blow a hundred thou my wallet missing
re-up like kid before the d-cup
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 then I you gotta kill me
But you ain't gon' do that so motherfucker move
While I do B.I.G. and 'Pac impersonations on two
I wake the dead, everybody 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, you ASAP
They won't which hole to patch up, when the ?? clap
I tried to spare you Young Buck, now it's for payback
It go, how you Cashville but you ain't got no cash nigga?
Say my name now that's your fucking ass
Kept your shut and I gave you a pass nigga
Now I lay you down like the last nigga
Buck, buck, buck my AK-47
nigga playing with his life, I might have to put him in heaven
Tryna the game, talking shit up on the stereo
Prepare for burial, when I'm reincarnating Harry-O
And you don't that David 'cause you love your life
Get my Vibe, when it's war he pull out knifes
Muthafucker I'ma show you who the
All you do is Inc., now who the wanksta?
When Suge had you, you were on Tha Row
Juve left you for and went back to the NO
50 you on the tour bus and felt your little flow
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 nigga to get it back
He had the in his hands, and you ain't 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 told Monica when I 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 just boxed
Got 20 bars to go, lay it down like rock
worry about the flow, the boy know he hot
Hurricanes in November, nigga fuck Reebocks
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, no getting me back
I'm yelling fuck the world, on my lap
first it was Buddens, then it was Bleek
Now it's whoever motherfucker, yeah, who want
Now motherfucker, who wanna see me?
In the coffin, body exhausted, in peace
You don't war nigga, you want peace
So give 'em the peace, (sp?)
Let 'em in peace
From west to east the flow is outdatable,
Lyrical homicide, hell is hot, I'm boxing with
And I slipped 'em the ace, you replace 'em
If Eazy ever decide to return, I remain
A in the making, and the throne is for the taking
So I the mountain top and put my stake in
Got the weight of the on my shoulder
Not a nigga nor a bitch can stop me from taking it over
is crack music, go get the baking soda
300 and Runnin, nigga the wait is over
I'm gone...