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

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

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

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

the breakdown, pass the doja, .45 in the holster
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 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 if you gonna retire, then hand me the crown
Nah, let Bleek do it, then him a concert in Madison square
Watch everybody sleep it
We can go bar for bar, I'll let the lines to 'em
What they say? is over let Chris and Neef do it
They say the wrong thing, I'ma 'em silly
you thought? Them was the only niggaz that rapped in Philly?
See them niggaz the soonies leave you wrapped in Philly
Then dash in groups like Mac in Philly
?? said Curtis in Philly
Make a U-turn, I gotta go to Philly
I forgot my 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 he was shot
What's beef? Beef is when I you on the spot
Labels signing many things, still searching for Pac
I put on the block
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 only he got
When it's 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 Yayo I bet 10 G's you
Run up on new 300 C you got
Stop hoping I fall, hope the stop
And I you black 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 slash rapper, check your CD
I'm like Elvis in there, can't 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 on it, then loosened the strap
It get hot in here, let rap
Bring hell to niggaz Dre producing a track
Take it to the streets, put the duece to your hat
call up the pigs, tell them the rooster's back
Call Jadakiss, tell him that duke is
I'm by your side, no matter who comes strapped
Fuck Banks, it ain't about who can rap
It's when the ?? clap, is rufus back
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
them off, then the sound like 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 their mouth about what the they gon' do to me
But the yapping before I proceed to clapping
And you gon' see the with plans of getting me captured
Even behind bars, I'm gon' shine
I'm 10 years younger than Yayo, I get out, I'm
Then I go 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 need 50 Cent, my niggaz make collect calls
1-800-split a 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 the talk of New York, your sixteens is boring
Take that off ??, go back to PC
And tell 50 Cent you want a copy of 3
I'm airing ass out on DVD
You rhyme like Lloyd Banks repeat after me
I'm a G-Unit toy
On Sesame street voice overs
Bitch ass nigga need a rhyme dictionary, to rehearse his
Sound like the Grouch, with them nursery rhymes
We was in the studio, when I first got
He got stuck, he called 50 tryna some lines
the wrong nigga, when you need help with your rhymes
All he gon' tell you is say G-Unit one more
Got mad 'cause I wanna make your beef mine
You got with 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 never no cap
Father, Like Son, go ask Busta that
I knew the beginning I couldn't 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 underground is mine, I treat it like
It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike
The underground is mine, I it like home
It's the reason niggaz saying my like Mike Jones
I
The is mine, I treat it like home
It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Jones
And I'm far from Houston but you can chop it and it
Do to it, but it in the store the shit moving
Gave 'em a bars, they ain't think I could do it
Came two hundred, nigga this is more than music
Even Dre knew it, 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 if you want it
I'll air you out on King, Mike, or Clue
And watch shits sell out like a Air Jordon shoe
I Funk 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 what you did
Get a gun or ask 50's to use his
Bloods gonna get ya
Bloods, Bloods get ya for that Shadyville chain
That 380 spill brains, when I pop
Outside NY, in front of cops
Or broad day in L.A., I'ma Em and Dre
This bootlegging my music, ain't nothing for him to say
me off my own songs, then put it on his tapes
So take him out his house, put the beam on his face
him off at Terror Squad, let him scream for the jakes
'cause when you fucking with Jayceon, you can bleed in the
For caking off niggaz on them CD's and
Ask them to scratch a record, you will see he
If 50 was Puffy, you'd run and go get him a cake
the DJ off your name, Mr. Instant replay
Not the replay
I mean the machine that G-Unit use time 50 on stage singing like
Bitches only for your just a lil bit
only for your shit just a lil bit
On my 50 helped me just a lil bit
Only on two songs, now back to some killer
My clips bananas, I kill a gorilla
on your chest, I see to your death, yep
Tell Ecko to make him a
Reebock to make him some boots
Get him a head band, to cover the holes in his
He a dead man for he can walk through muddy waters like Redman
blacked 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 the Aryans your ass will sting
And your cell mate is a 25 to
They will you then ?? then fuck you on Rikers
And Life On
Now back to the coward of the hour who lied and said he my songs
He told Dre was gonna leave me on the shelf
So he gave me all his hits, you should've them for yourself
Nigga acting tough before I stand over you
you how The Documentary live on top of The Massacre
Make a move I'm blasting ass to the last one
Ten shots from the Mack empty the rest in the
Fase yelling enough, let the coroner bag him up
in Makaveli and lift the doors on the Maganum
Gun smoking, think I'm locin' backing up
Reverse the '05 hurse on and traffic, what
Hip-Hop cops on my left, but I '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 this nigga, on pictures with the Jake nigga?
Got his crew 'cause he ain't the whole cake, nigga
He ain't Nas, ain't B.I.G., ain't
If he ain't or Pac then who you got?
We tired 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 out with Vivica, three months 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 find in the club, him and Lloyd Banks hugging
Nigga got mad The Game start buzzing
So fuck making friends now I'm into slugs
Olivia talking we a family, Game had to go
I'll smack that ho like I'm Jackie-O
'cause I don't be cool, I don't 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 to the block
Fresh white Nike airs and the socks fitted

the brim low, if they don't get it
Bentley on gold daytons, I was the first one with it
Four times platinum, I been there and did it
Came in the and shitted, then wiped my ass with it
They say the Lord givth, if Lord take it
So I a house on top of Hip-Hop, I'll wait for the day
Niggaz hating on me, don't want Jayceon to play
And the DA waiting on to make a mistake
So can put me in the SWAT car and lock me away
Give me a odd job in the pen for pay
Let me out so I can drive down way
Pushing the rock, nah 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 going into my gauge
I hand 'em off to Dre, he turned into granades
And Just Blaze, the boy got game
Like I close my eyes, and 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 wet jacob
Whole crew got chains, a hundred 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 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 beef 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, 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 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 corner like
Now that ain't common, it's like Top Ramen
The flow is news, I throw it up like
And I still shine like
They kicked me out of G-Unit and I like Rodman
still Aftermath, two feet in the pentition
I be mad, I ain't, I'm supposed to stop I can't
I'm in the hood politican, ??
And I keep a .45 on the side of my prada denim
Chip on my shoulder like I'm outta prison
Dollar vision, blow a thou like my wallet missing
Then re-up like kid before the
Continuously money with my feet up
Chasing the throne, here my Air Force
I said fuck 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 back
While I do B.I.G. and 'Pac on two tracks
When I wake the dead, everybody hats
We y'all, can I get a hand clap?
Now to rap, why I gotta stay strapped?
On that murder T-I-P, you ASAP
They won't which hole to patch up, when the ?? clap
I to spare you Young Buck, now it's time for payback
It go, how you from Cashville but you ain't got no nigga?
Say my now that's your fucking ass nigga
Kept your mouth shut and I you a pass nigga
Now I gotta lay you down the last nigga
Buck, buck, buck from my
This nigga playing with his life, I might to put him in heaven
Tryna play the game, shit up on the stereo
Prepare for burial, it's when I'm reincarnating
And you don't want that 'cause you love your life
Get my Vibe, it's war he pull out butter knifes
Muthafucker I'ma you who the gangsta
All you do is Inc., now who the wanksta?
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 your little flow
Then he you temporary replacement for Yayo
You a bitch, and that's to swallow
And you got for your spinning G-Unit chain in Chicago
I call my nigga Jojo to get it
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 that
Ask C-Murder, the boy hard to find
I Monica when I catch him The Boy is Mine
one shot of Brandy and pop
Watch his panties drop, when I run inside the Candy
Fuck you, 50, Banks, Yayo, and the
And Olivia, I for a man she hot
Now I'm out of breath, like I just beat boxed
Got 20 to go, lay it down like sheet rock
Don't worry the flow, the boy know he hot
Hurricanes in November, nigga fuck Reebocks
I'm fly like a on a tree top
The new Hov, the new B.I.G., the new 'Pac, I three spots
280 in, ain't no getting me
I'm yelling fuck the world, on my lap
Remember first it was Buddens, it was Bleek
Now it's whoever motherfucker, yeah, who beef?
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 to east the flow is outdatable, irreplacable
homicide, hell is hot, I'm boxing with Satan
And I slipped 'em the ace, you 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 top and put my stake in
Got the of the world on my shoulder
Not a nigga nor a hoodrat bitch can stop me taking it over
This is crack music, go get the baking
300 Bars and Runnin, nigga the wait is
I'm gone...