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

I 50 Cent
He me Spongebob
And Tony Yayo is Clues
And Lloyd is Dora the Explorer
They're my

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

Game]
300 Bars and
Just loan me ears for 15 minutes
with me

Here the breakdown, pass the doja, .45 in the
tips'll fold 'em, them niggaz they toy soldiers
Oh, that boy than Hova unless he sober
I'm the president, but this ain't 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 wanna do When I'm just the new cat
That was taught if a nigga take shots to shoot
his yard, yeah standing his ground
I'm saying if you gonna retire, then hand me the
Nah, let Bleek do it, then him a concert in Madison square
Watch everybody through it
We can go bar for bar, I'll let the speak to 'em
they say? Bleek is over let Chris and Neef do it
They say the wrong thing, I'ma 'em silly
What you thought? Them was the only niggaz that rapped in
See them niggaz with the leave you wrapped in Philly
dash in groups like Beanie Mac in Philly
?? Curtis Jack in Philly
Make a U-turn, I go back to Philly
I forgot my cheese stake, that's what I told the
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 that he was shot
What's beef? Beef is when I you on the spot
Labels signing many things, still for they Pac
I put on the block
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 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
Stop hoping I fall, hope the stop
And I hope you black out you see the cops
I ain't hot top for colors, I'm from Block
So I got my hot tops that make breathing stop
I'm a gangsta slash rapper, check CD shop
I'm like Elvis in there, they can't you dropped
Now I'm moving on up to George and Weezy's
I picked up where my homeboy stopped
I saw the west coast, put the on my back
Sprayed Aftermath on it, loosened the strap
It get hot in here, let rap
Bring hell to when Dre producing a track
it to the streets, put the duece duece to your hat
Then call up the pigs, tell them the back
Jadakiss, tell him that duke 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 ?? clap, is back
I see what you thinkin, you want me to die, is so?
Now you left back, thanks to Fat Joe
We got reservations in heaven, you Let's 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, is kinda foolish see
Niggaz running their mouth about what the fuck gon' do to me
But the yapping before I proceed to clapping
And you gon' see the with plans of getting me captured
behind bars, I'm still gon' shine
I'm 10 years younger than Yayo, I get out, I'm
Then I go right back, nigga I pop
How you gon' Olivia, you only drop dimes
I knew you changed, when you 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 career is over, career is over
We in QB, banging CNN in the
T-O-N-Y, that's the phony
You the talk of New York, your sixteens is boring
Take shit off ??, go back to PC
And tell 50 Cent you want a of Beef 3
I'm their ass out on DVD
You wanna rhyme like Lloyd repeat after me
I'm a G-Unit toy
On street doing voice overs
Bitch ass nigga a rhyme dictionary, to rehearse his lines
like Oscar the Grouch, with them nursery rhymes
We was in the studio, when I first got
He got stuck, he called 50 tryna some lines
That's the wrong nigga, you need help with your rhymes
All he gon' tell you is say G-Unit one more
Got mad 'cause I ain't wanna make beef mine
You got lucky Ja, why you ain't go at Shyne?
He freestyled the pen, that's just the fact
Said he'd put you with your mom, and you ain't with that
Then you about your pops, he ain't never bust no cap
Father, Like Son, go ask Busta that
I knew from the beginning I couldn't trust those
I'd kill 'em all, if I bring Justo back
The underground is mine, I treat it home
It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike
The underground is mine, I treat it 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
I
The underground is mine, I it like home
It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike
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 bars, they ain't think I could do it
Came with two hundred, this is more than music
Even Dre it, that boy hot like summer
?? in the dirt, 300 Bars and Runnin
And I beef with any nigga, say my name motherfuck I'm
You can put it on skee if you it
air you out on Drama King, Mike, or Clue
And them shits sell out like a Air Jordon shoe
I told Funk Flex when I catch the nigga 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 50's to use his
'cause Bloods get ya
Bloods, Bloods get ya for that Shadyville chain
380 spill brains, when I pop shots
Outside NY, in front of cops
Or day in L.A., I'ma tell Em and Dre
This nigga bootlegging my music, ain't for him to say
me off my own songs, then put it on his tapes
So I'ma him out his house, put the beam on his face
Drop him off at Terror Squad, let him for the jakes
'cause when you fucking with Jayceon, you can in the lake
For caking off niggaz on them CD's and
Ask them to scratch a record, you will see he
If 50 was Puffy, run and go get him a cheese cake
Take the DJ off your name, Mr. replay
Not the instant
I mean the that G-Unit use every time 50 on stage singing like
Bitches only for your just a lil bit
only for your shit just a lil bit
On my album 50 me just a lil bit
on two songs, now back to some killer shit
My clips bananas, I a gorilla 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 waters like
blacked out and let the gun blam without a M-E-T-H-O-D Man
So the lieutenant gotta ask for his
Take my advice, wear air max for the ??
you one of the Bloods, or a latin king
'cause if your left with the Aryans your ass will
And your cell is a 25 to lifer
They will stab you ?? then fuck you on Rikers
And Life 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 them for
Nigga stop acting before I stand over you
Show you how The Documentary live on top of The
Make a move I'm blasting your ass to the one
Ten shots from the Mack the rest in the passenger
Fase thats enough, let the coroner bag him up
Throw in and lift the doors on the Maganum
Gun smoking, Fase think I'm locin' up
Reverse the '05 on 41st and traffic, what
Hip-Hop 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, 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, ain't B.I.G., ain't
If he Cube or Pac then who you got?
We getting of you talkin about who you shot
use another six bars to tell you who you not
You ain't 50 Cent, he out like a gangsta
You went out with Vivica, three after wanksta
Get Rich or Die Tryin, we you was hot
Now the same nigga wanna us to the Candy Shop
C'mon man, happened to the thug?
Now you could in the club, him and Lloyd Banks hugging
Nigga got mad when The Game buzzing
So fuck making now I'm into throwing slugs
Olivia talking about we a family, had to go
Nigga I'll that ho like I'm Jackie-O
'cause I don't be cool, I don't wanna be you
I don't wanna hands, or wear your G-Unit shoes
want you on my hooks, don't wanna be in your group
Just wanna sit here and
To be gone, so I can head back to the
Fresh Nike airs and the matching socks fitted

Pull the low, if they don't get it
Bentley on gold daytons, I was the first one with it
times platinum, I done been there and did it
Came in the and shitted, then wiped my ass with it
They say the Lord givth, if Lord it away
So I build a house on top of Hip-Hop, wait for the day
Niggaz hating on me, they want Jayceon to play
And the DA on Jayceon to make a mistake
So they can put me in the SWAT car and me away
Give me a odd job in the pen for pay
Let me out so I can drive criminal way
the rock, nah this ain't no subliminal Jay
The summer too hot, and I the winter to stay
'cause I'm a nigga when I put the pen to the page
Similar to them going into my gauge
I 'em off to Dre, he turned them into granades
And Just Blaze, 'cause the boy got
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
a look at my chest, a hundred thou wet jacob
Whole crew got chains, a 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 to snake 'em
So as the beat drop, watch where I take 'em
Compton meet, to get me some All-Stars
When Game in the house, call ??
'cause heard about what went on in D.C
Heard Hot 97, my beef with 50
Now me do he got a conscience?
I not, 'cause if he did I wouldn't be involved in this nonsense
be in Harlem, wouldn't be at this conference
I'd rather be rock, like ??
50 whispered in my ear, we still bonding
We ain't friends, I'm just acting like Bronson
finger in the air, one hand on my Johnson
Hip-Hop police on me I'm the convict
happened to the old school? I thought it was rhyming
Doug E. Fresh and Dana Day on the like Common
Now that ain't common, it's more Top Ramen
The flow is news, I it up like vomit
And I still shine diamonds
kicked me out of G-Unit and I rebounded like Rodman
It's still Aftermath, two feet in the
I be mad, I ain't, I'm supposed to stop I because
I'm in the politican, Impala ??
And I keep a black .45 on the side of my denim
Chip on my shoulder I'm fresh outta prison
Dollar vision, blow a hundred thou like my missing
Then re-up like kid before the
getting money with my feet up
Chasing the throne, my black Air Force
I said fuck Benzino and got the cover of The
Feel me? If not then I you gotta kill me
But you ain't gon' do that so move back
While I do B.I.G. and 'Pac impersonations on two
When I wake the dead, everybody hats
We miss y'all, can I get a hand
Now back to rap, why I gotta strapped?
On murder T-I-P, kill you ASAP
They know which 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 your fucking ass nigga
Kept your mouth shut and I gave you a pass
Now I gotta lay you down like the last
Buck, buck, buck from my
This nigga playing his life, I might have to put him in heaven
Tryna play the game, talking up on the stereo
for burial, it's when I'm reincarnating Harry-O
And you don't want that David you love your life
Get my Vibe, when war he pull out butter knifes
Muthafucker show you who the gangsta
All you do is Murder Inc., now who the
When had you, you were stranded on Tha Row
Juve you for dead and went back to the NO
50 you on the tour bus and felt your little flow
Then he made you temporary replacement for
You a bitch, and hard to swallow
And you got robbed for your spinning G-Unit chain in
I my nigga Jojo to get it back
He had the shit in his hands, and you had the ten stacks
Picture that, I thought we was
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
one shot of Brandy and pop
Watch his drop, when I run inside the Candy Shop
Fuck you, 50, Banks, Yayo, and the
And Olivia, I for a man she hot
Now I'm running out of breath, I just beat boxed
Got 20 bars to go, lay it down like 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 fuck the world, on my lap
Remember first it was Buddens, then it was
Now it's whoever motherfucker, yeah, who want
Now motherfucker, who wanna see me?
In the coffin, body exhausted, resting in
You want war nigga, you want peace
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 with Satan
And I 'em the ace, you cannot replace 'em
If Eazy ever to return, I remain Jayceon
A king in the making, and the throne is for the
So I climb the mountain top and put my in
Got the weight of the world on my
Not a nigga nor a hoodrat bitch can stop me taking it over
This is crack music, go get the soda
300 Bars and Runnin, nigga the wait is
I'm gone...