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

I 50 Cent
He reminds me
And Tony is Blues Clues
And Lloyd Banks is Dora the
They're my

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

Game]
300 and Runnin
Just loan me your ears for 15
Walk me

the breakdown, pass the doja, .45 in the holster
Hollow tips'll fold 'em, them they toy soldiers
Oh, that boy colder Hova unless he sober
Like I'm the president, but ain't the takeover
Now, there's the speaker, bring your a little closer
Before you call this a diss, and you make Hova
Why I wanna do that? When I'm just the new cat
That was taught if a nigga take to shoot back
Defending his yard, yeah standing his
I'm saying if you gonna retire, then me the crown
Nah, let Bleek do it, then throw him a concert in Madison
Watch everybody sleep it
We can go bar for bar, I'll let the lines to 'em
What they Bleek is over let Chris and Neef do it
They say the 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 wrapped in
Then dash in groups like Beanie Mac in
?? Curtis Jack in Philly
a U-turn, I gotta go back to Philly
I forgot my cheese stake, that's I told the cops
So they wouldn't get the start searching for the glock
And I can't forget, B.I.G. got by the cops
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 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 me or love me, but now the cops the only homies he got
When it's 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
hoping I fall, hope the bleeding stop
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 your CD
I'm like Elvis in there, can't believe you dropped
Now I'm moving on up to George and spot
I picked up where my homeboy Eazy
I saw the west coast, put the shit on my
Sprayed on it, then 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
call up the pigs, tell them the rooster's back
Call Jadakiss, tell him that is back
I'm still by your side, no who comes strapped
Fuck Banks, it ain't about who can rap
about when the ?? clap, is rufus back
I see what you thinkin, you want me to die, is so?
Now you leaning back, thanks to Fat Joe
We got in heaven, you ready? Let's go
Drop them off, then the like Esko
I'm a say ?? if me and Dre
All Nas said was he had a ??
Now the eulogy, beef is kinda foolish see
Niggaz running their about what the fuck they gon' do to me
But quit the yapping before I proceed to
And you gon' see the captain with plans of me captured
Even behind bars, I'm still shine
I'm 10 years younger than Yayo, I get out, I'm
Then I go back, nigga I pop mines
How you gon' Olivia, you only drop dimes
I knew you changed, you started sleeping in that vest dog
I don't need 50 Cent, my niggaz make collect
1-800-split a faggot wig
He got G-Unit wings, throw them off the Bridge
Now your career is over, career is
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 that off ??, go back to PC
And tell 50 Cent you want a of Beef 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 doing overs
Bitch ass nigga need a rhyme dictionary, to rehearse his
Sound like Oscar the Grouch, with them rhymes
We was in the studio, I first got signed
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 ain't make your beef mine
You got with 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 fucked with that
Then you lied your pops, he ain't never bust no cap
Like Father, Like Son, go ask Busta
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 niggaz saying my like Mike Jones
The underground is mine, I it like home
It's the niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones
The underground is mine, I it like home
the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones
I
The is mine, I treat it like home
It's the reason niggaz saying my name 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 moving
Gave 'em a hundred bars, ain't think I could do it
Came with two hundred, nigga this is than music
Even Dre knew it, that boy hot like
?? in the dirt, 300 Bars and Runnin
And I with 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 them shits sell out like a Air Jordon shoe
I told Funk Flex when I catch the nigga Kid
We gon' see if he know how to DJ with bruised
hit me on the sidekick asking what you did
Get a gun or ask 50's to use his
Bloods gonna get ya
Bloods, gonna get ya for that 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
nigga bootlegging my music, ain't nothing for him to say
Took me off my own songs, then put it on his
So I'ma take him out his house, put the on his face
Drop him off at Terror Squad, let him scream for the
'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, run and go get him a cheese cake
Take the DJ off your name, Mr. replay
Not the replay
I mean the machine that G-Unit use every time 50 on stage 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 killer
My bananas, I kill a gorilla quick
on your chest, I see to your death, yep
Tell Ecko to make him a
Tell to make him some boots
Get him a head band, to cover the holes in his
He a dead man for thinking he can walk through waters like Redman
Banks 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, never air max for the ??
Unless you one of the Bloods, or a king
if your left with the Aryans your ass will sting
And your mate is a 25 to lifer
They will stab you then ?? then fuck you on
And Life On
Now back to the coward of the hour who lied and said he write my
He told Vibe Dre was leave me on the shelf
So he gave me all his hits, you should've kept them for
Nigga acting tough before I stand over you
you how The Documentary live on top of The Massacre
Make a move I'm blasting your ass to the one
Ten shots from the Mack empty the rest in the
Fase yelling enough, let the coroner bag him up
Throw in Makaveli and lift the on the Maganum
Gun smoking, Fase I'm locin' backing up
the '05 hurse on 41st and traffic, what
Hip-Hop cops on my left, but I 'em up
The Dodge got a 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 fake nigga, on pictures with the 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 who you got?
We tired of you talkin about 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, months after wanksta
Get Rich or Die Tryin, we you was hot
Now the same wanna take us to the Candy Shop
C'mon man, what to the thug?
Now you find in the club, him and Lloyd Banks hugging
got mad when The Game start buzzing
So fuck friends now I'm into throwing slugs
Olivia about we a family, Game had to go
I'll smack that ho like I'm Jackie-O
'cause I wanna be cool, I don't wanna be you
I don't wanna hands, or wear your G-Unit shoes
Don't you on my hooks, don't 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
times platinum, I done 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 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 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 down criminal way
Pushing the rock, nah ain't no subliminal Jay
The summer too hot, and I want the winter to
'cause I'm a cold nigga when I put the pen to the
Similar to them shells into my gauge
I hand 'em off to Dre, he turned them granades
And Blaze, 'cause 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 are forever, then I'm Kanye West
Take a look at my chest, a hundred thou wet
crew got chains, a hundred thou can't break 'em
And the flow is hot like wit Satan
And the thing I got spinning is Daytons
The hotter I get the willing to snake 'em
So soon as the beat drop, where I take 'em
Compton meet, to get me some All-Stars
When Game in the house, call ??
'cause they heard what went on in D.C
Heard about Hot 97, my beef 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, be at this conference
I'd rather be rock, like ??
50 in my ear, like we still bonding
We ain't friends, I'm just acting like Charles
finger in the air, one hand on my Johnson
Hip-Hop on me like I'm the convict
What happened to the old school? I it was rhyming
Doug E. Fresh and Day on the corner like Common
Now that common, it's more like Top Ramen
The flow is news, I throw it up vomit
And I still shine like
kicked me out of G-Unit and I rebounded like Rodman
It's still Aftermath, two in the pentition
I be mad, I ain't, I'm supposed to I can't because
I'm in the hood politican, ??
And I a black .45 on the side of my prada denim
Chip on my shoulder like I'm outta prison
Dollar vision, a hundred thou like my wallet missing
Then like kid before the d-cup
Continuously money with my feet up
Chasing the throne, here my black Air
I fuck Benzino and got the cover of The Source
Feel me? If not then I guess you kill me
But you ain't gon' do that so motherfucker move
While I do B.I.G. and impersonations on two tracks
When I 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 know hole to patch up, when the ?? clap
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 now that's your fucking ass nigga
Kept your mouth shut and I you a pass nigga
Now I gotta lay you down like the nigga
Buck, buck, from my AK-47
This playing with his life, I might have to put him in heaven
Tryna the game, talking shit up on the stereo
Prepare for burial, it's I'm reincarnating Harry-O
And you don't want David 'cause you love your life
Get my Vibe, when it's war he pull out butter
Muthafucker show you who the gangsta
All you do is Inc., now who the wanksta?
Suge had you, you were stranded on Tha Row
Juve left you for and went back to the NO
50 heard you on the bus and felt your little flow
Then he made you temporary 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
Picture that, I we was G-Unit
Then you ran and told 50 I did that shit
Ask C-Murder, the boy hard to find
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 Shop
Fuck you, 50, Banks, Yayo, and the
And Olivia, I for a man she hot
Now I'm running out of breath, like I just beat
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 the world, on my victory lap
Remember first it was Buddens, it was Bleek
Now whoever motherfucker, yeah, who want beef?
Now motherfucker, who wanna see me?
In the coffin, body exhausted, resting in
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,
homicide, hell is hot, I'm boxing with Satan
And I slipped 'em the ace, you cannot 'em
If Eazy decide to return, I remain Jayceon
A king in the making, and the is for the taking
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 soda
300 Bars and Runnin, nigga the wait is
I'm gone...