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

I like 50
He reminds me
And Tony Yayo is Clues
And Lloyd Banks is the Explorer
my friends

I went down one of Bodaga shits right there in Harlem
Got me a bootleg Banks and Young Buck CD
Took that home, put it in my boom box
Thought I was bout to be on some Raheim shit
Man that shit sound like some Williams '88
I mean Olivia 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
Walk me

the breakdown, pass the doja, .45 in the holster
Hollow tips'll fold 'em, them they toy soldiers
Oh, that boy colder than Hova unless he
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 I wanna do that? When I'm just the new cat
That was taught if a nigga shots 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 sleep through it
We can go bar for bar, I'll let the lines to 'em
What say? Bleek is over let Chris and Neef do it
say the wrong thing, I'ma smack 'em silly
What you thought? Them was the only niggaz rapped in Philly?
See them niggaz with the leave you wrapped in Philly
dash in groups like Beanie Mac in Philly
?? said Curtis Jack in
a U-turn, I gotta go back 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 forget, B.I.G. got murdered by the cops
Even I was Ready To Die, when I 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 when 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
it's 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 I fall, hope the bleeding stop
And I hope you out before you see the cops
I ain't hot top for colors, I'm from Block
So I got my hot tops that make your 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 Weezy's
I picked up where my homeboy Eazy
I saw the west coast, put the on my back
Sprayed Aftermath on it, then loosened the
It get hot in here, let rap
Bring hell to niggaz when Dre a track
Take it to the streets, put the duece to your hat
Then call up the pigs, tell the rooster's back
Call Jadakiss, tell him that duke is
I'm still by your side, no who comes 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 left leaning back, to Fat Joe
We got in heaven, you ready? Let's go
Drop them off, then the sound 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 the fuck 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 still gon'
I'm 10 years younger than Yayo, I get out, I'm
Then I go right back, I pop mines
How you drop Olivia, you only drop dimes
I knew you changed, when you sleeping in that vest dog
I don't need 50 Cent, my niggaz collect calls
1-800-split a faggot wig
He got G-Unit wings, them off the Queens Bridge
Now your career is over, is over
We in QB, CNN in the rover
T-O-N-Y, that's the NORE
You ain't the of New York, your sixteens is boring
Take that off ??, go back to PC
And tell 50 you want a copy of Beef 3
I'm their ass out on DVD
You wanna rhyme Lloyd Banks repeat after me
I'm a G-Unit toy
On Sesame street voice overs
Bitch ass nigga a rhyme dictionary, to rehearse his lines
Sound like Oscar the Grouch, with them nursery
We was in the studio, I first got signed
He got stuck, he called 50 tryna some 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 with Ja, why you ain't go at Shyne?
He freestyled from the pen, 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
Like Father, Like Son, go ask Busta
I from the beginning I couldn't trust those cats
I'd 'em all, if I could bring Justo back
The underground is mine, I it like home
It's the reason niggaz saying my like Mike Jones
The underground is mine, I treat it home
the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones
The underground is mine, I treat it like
It's the reason niggaz saying my like Mike Jones
I
The underground is mine, I treat it home
It's the reason niggaz my name like Mike Jones
And I'm far from but you can chop it and screw it
Do to it, but it in the store the shit moving
Gave 'em a hundred bars, they think I could do it
Came two hundred, nigga 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 watch them sell out like a Air Jordon shoe
I told Funk when I catch the nigga 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 police to use his
Bloods gonna get ya
Bloods, gonna get ya for that Shadyville chain
That 380 spill brains, when I pop
Outside NY, in of hip-hop cops
Or broad day in L.A., I'ma Em and Dre
This nigga bootlegging my music, 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 Terror Squad, let him for the jakes
'cause you fucking 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 name, Mr. Instant replay
Not the instant
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 50 helped me just a lil bit
Only on two songs, now back to some killer
My bananas, I kill a gorilla quick
Beating on chest, I see to your death, yep
Tell Ecko to him a suit
Tell Reebock to make him boots
Get him a head band, to the holes in his head
He a man for thinking he can walk through muddy waters like Redman
Banks blacked out and let the gun 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
'cause if your left with the Aryans your ass will
And cell mate is a 25 to lifer
They stab you then ?? then fuck you on Rikers
And Goes 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 stop acting tough I stand over you
Show you how The Documentary live on top of The
Make a move I'm your ass to the last one
Ten shots the Mack empty 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, Fase I'm locin' backing up
the '05 hurse on 41st and traffic, what
Hip-Hop on my left, but I pass '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 Jake
Got his crew starving 'cause he the whole cake, nigga
He ain't Nas, B.I.G., ain't Jigga
If he Cube or Pac then who you got?
We tired of you talkin about who you shot
I'll use six bars to tell you who you not
You ain't 50 Cent, he went out like a
You went out with Vivica, three months wanksta
Get Rich or Die Tryin, we you was hot
Now the nigga wanna take us to the Candy Shop
C'mon man, what to the thug?
Now you could find in the club, him and Banks hugging
Nigga got mad The Game start buzzing
So making friends now I'm into throwing slugs
Olivia about we a family, Game had to go
Nigga I'll 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 want you on my hooks, don't wanna be in your
Just sit here and wait
To be gone, so I can head to the block
Fresh white Nike and the matching socks fitted

Pull the brim low, if they get it
Bentley Coup on gold daytons, I was the first one it
Four times platinum, I been there and did it
Came in the game and shitted, then my ass with it
say the Lord givth, if Lord take it away
So I build a house on top of Hip-Hop, wait for the day
Niggaz hating on me, they don't Jayceon to play
And the DA on Jayceon to make a mistake
So they can put me in the car and lock me away
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 the winter to stay
'cause I'm a cold nigga when I put the pen to the
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 back to reality, my gun and my
And if diamonds are forever, then I'm Kanye
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 like that wit
And the only I got spinning is Daytons
The hotter I get the more willing to 'em
So soon as the drop, watch where I take 'em
Compton Swap meet, to get me some
When Game in the house, call ??
'cause they heard about went on in D.C
about Hot 97, my beef 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, wouldn't be at this
I'd be pushing rock, like ??
50 whispered in my ear, like we still
We ain't friends, I'm just acting like Bronson
Middle finger in the air, one on my Johnson
Hip-Hop on me like I'm the convict
What happened to the old 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 throw it up like
And I still like diamonds
They kicked me out of and I rebounded like Rodman
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 hood politican, ??
And I keep a black .45 on the side of my prada
Chip on my shoulder like I'm outta prison
Dollar vision, blow a hundred thou like my wallet
Then re-up like kid before the
Continuously getting with my feet up
the throne, here my black 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 impersonations on two tracks
When I wake the dead, everybody hats
We y'all, can I get a hand clap?
Now back to rap, why I stay strapped?
On murder T-I-P, kill you ASAP
They won't know hole to patch up, when the ?? clap
I tried to spare you Buck, now it's time for payback
It go, how you from Cashville but you ain't got no nigga?
Say my name now that's fucking ass nigga
Kept your mouth shut and I gave you a pass
Now I gotta lay you like the last nigga
Buck, buck, buck my AK-47
This nigga playing with his life, I might to put him in heaven
Tryna play the game, talking shit up on the
for burial, it's when I'm reincarnating Harry-O
And you don't want that 'cause you love your life
Get my Vibe, it's war he pull out butter knifes
Muthafucker show you who the gangsta
All you do is Murder Inc., now who the
When Suge had you, you were on Tha Row
left you for dead and went back to the NO
50 heard you on the tour bus and felt your little
he made you temporary replacement for Yayo
You a bitch, and that's hard to
And you got robbed for your spinning G-Unit chain in
I call my nigga Jojo to get it
He had the shit in his hands, and you 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 Monica when I catch him The Boy is Mine
Take one shot of and pop
Watch his panties drop, when I run 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, like I just boxed
Got 20 to go, lay it down like sheet rock
Don't about the flow, the boy know he hot
Hurricanes in store November, nigga 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, no getting me back
I'm yelling the world, on my victory lap
Remember 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, resting in
You don't want war nigga, you want
So give 'em the peace, (sp?)
Let 'em rest in
From west to the flow is outdatable, irreplacable
Lyrical homicide, hell is hot, I'm with Satan
And I slipped 'em the ace, you cannot 'em
If ever decide 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 weight of the world on my
Not a nor a hoodrat bitch can stop me from taking it over
is crack music, go get the baking soda
300 Bars and Runnin, the wait is over
I'm gone...