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

I 50 Cent
He me Spongebob
And Tony is Blues Clues
And Lloyd Banks is Dora the
my friends

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

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

Here the breakdown, pass the doja, .45 in the
Hollow tips'll fold 'em, niggaz they toy soldiers
Oh, that boy colder than unless he sober
Like I'm the president, but this ain't the
Now, there's the speaker, bring your a little closer
you call this a diss, and you make Hova pissed
Why I wanna do that? When I'm just the new cat
That was taught if a nigga take shots to shoot
Defending his yard, standing his ground
I'm saying if you gonna retire, then hand me the
Nah, let Bleek do it, throw him a concert in Madison square
Watch everybody through it
We can go bar for bar, I'll let the speak 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 that rapped in Philly?
See them niggaz the soonies leave you wrapped in Philly
Then dash in groups like Beanie Mac in
?? said Jack in Philly
a U-turn, I gotta go back to Philly
I forgot my cheese stake, that's what I the cops
So they get the dogs start searching for the glock
And I can't forget, B.I.G. got murdered by the
Even I was To Die, when I heard that he was shot
What's beef? Beef is when I murk you on the
Labels signing things, still searching for they Pac
I put purple on the
So I don't feel threatened when Ludacris say he 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 records 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
hoping I fall, hope the bleeding stop
And I hope you out before you see the cops
I hot top for colors, I'm from Cedar Block
So I got my hot tops that make breathing stop
I'm a gangsta rapper, check your CD shop
I'm like Elvis in there, can't believe you dropped
Now I'm on up to George and Weezy's spot
I picked up my homeboy Eazy stopped
I saw the coast, put the shit on my back
Sprayed Aftermath on it, loosened the strap
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 up the pigs, tell them the rooster's back
Call Jadakiss, tell him that duke is
I'm still by your side, no matter who strapped
Lloyd Banks, it ain't about who can rap
It's 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 that's the eulogy, beef is foolish see
Niggaz running their about what the fuck they gon' do to me
But quit the yapping before I to clapping
And you see the captain with plans of getting me captured
Even behind bars, I'm gon' shine
I'm 10 years than Yayo, I get out, I'm fine
Then I go right back, nigga I pop
How you gon' drop Olivia, you drop dimes
I knew you changed, when you started sleeping in vest dog
I don't need 50 Cent, my niggaz collect calls
a faggot nigga wig
He got wings, throw 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 phony
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 airing ass out on DVD
You wanna rhyme like Lloyd Banks after me
I'm a G-Unit toy
On Sesame street voice overs
ass nigga need a rhyme dictionary, to rehearse his lines
Sound like Oscar the Grouch, with nursery rhymes
We was in the studio, I first got signed
He got stuck, he called 50 borrow some lines
That's the wrong nigga, when you need help your rhymes
All he tell you is say G-Unit one more time
Got mad 'cause I ain't wanna make your beef
You got with Ja, why you ain't go at Shyne?
He from the pen, that's just the fact
he'd put you with your mom, and you ain't fucked with that
Then you lied about your pops, he ain't bust no cap
Like Father, Like Son, go ask Busta
I from the beginning I couldn't trust those cats
I'd kill 'em all, if I could bring Justo
The is mine, I treat it like home
It's the reason niggaz saying my like Mike Jones
The underground is mine, I treat it like
It's the reason niggaz saying my name Mike Jones
The underground is mine, I treat it like
It's the niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones
I
The underground is mine, I it like home
It's the reason niggaz my name like Mike Jones
And I'm far Houston but you can chop it and screw 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
Dre knew it, that boy hot like summer
Both ?? in the dirt, 300 Bars and
And I beef with any nigga, say my name I'm gunnin'
You can put it on skee if you it
air you out on Drama King, Mike, or Clue
And watch them shits sell out like a Air Jordon
I told Funk Flex when I the nigga Whoo Kid
We gon' see if he know how to DJ with ribs
Don't hit me on the sidekick asking you did
Get a gun or ask police to use his
'cause gonna get ya
Bloods, Bloods gonna get ya for that chain
That 380 brains, when I pop shots
Outside NY, in front of cops
Or broad day in L.A., tell Em and Dre
This nigga bootlegging my music, 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 beam on his
Drop him off at Terror Squad, let him for the jakes
'cause when you with Jayceon, you can bleed in the lake
For caking off niggaz on CD's and tapes
Ask them to scratch a record, you see he fake
If 50 was Puffy, run and go get him a cheese cake
Take the DJ off your name, Mr. Instant
Not the replay
I mean the machine that G-Unit use time 50 on stage singing like
Bitches only for 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 to some killer shit
My clips bananas, I a gorilla quick
Beating on chest, I see to your death, yep
Tell Ecko to him a suit
Reebock to make him some boots
Get him a head band, to the holes in his head
He a dead man for thinking he can walk through muddy waters like
Banks blacked out and let the gun blam without a Man
So the lieutenant ask for his strings
my advice, never wear air max for the ??
Unless you one of the Bloods, or a latin
'cause if your left with the Aryans your ass will
And your mate is a 25 to lifer
They will stab you ?? then fuck you on Rikers
And Goes On
Now back to the coward of the hour who 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 them for yourself
Nigga stop acting tough before I stand you
Show you how The Documentary on top of The Massacre
a move I'm blasting your ass to the last one
Ten shots from the empty the rest in the passenger
yelling thats enough, let the coroner bag him up
Throw in Makaveli and the doors on the Maganum
Gun smoking, Fase think I'm backing up
Reverse the '05 hurse on 41st and traffic,
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 like a New York cab
I'm Mr. Ol' King, that New cab
Who's this nigga, on pictures with the Jake nigga?
Got his crew starving he ain't the whole cake, nigga
He Nas, ain't B.I.G., ain't Jigga
If he ain't or Pac then who you got?
We getting 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 like a
You out with Vivica, three months after wanksta
Get Rich or Die Tryin, we you was hot
Now the nigga wanna take us to the Candy Shop
man, what happened to the thug?
Now you could in the club, him and Lloyd Banks hugging
got mad when The Game start buzzing
So fuck making friends now I'm throwing slugs
Olivia talking about we a family, had to go
Nigga I'll smack that ho like I'm
'cause I don't wanna be cool, I don't be you
I wanna 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 airs and the matching socks fitted

the brim 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 take it away
So I build a house on top of Hip-Hop, I'll for the day
Niggaz hating on me, they don't Jayceon to play
And the DA waiting on Jayceon to make a
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 ain't no subliminal Jay
The summer too hot, and I want the to stay
'cause I'm a nigga when I put the pen to the page
Similar to them shells going my gauge
I hand 'em off to Dre, he turned them granades
And Just Blaze, the boy got game
Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc
Now to reality, my gun and my vest
And if diamonds are forever, then I'm Kanye
Take a look at my chest, a hundred wet jacob
crew got chains, a hundred thou can't break 'em
And the is hot like that wit Satan
And the only thing I got spinning is
The hotter I get the willing to snake 'em
So as the beat drop, watch where I take 'em
Compton Swap meet, to get me some
When Game in the house, call ??
they 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 involved in this
Wouldn't be in Harlem, wouldn't be at conference
I'd rather be rock, like ??
50 whispered in my ear, like we bonding
We ain't friends, I'm just like Charles Bronson
Middle in the air, one hand on my Johnson
police on me like I'm the convict
What happened to the old school? I thought it was
E. Fresh and Dana Day on the corner like Common
Now ain't common, it's more like Top Ramen
The flow is news, I throw it up like
And I shine like diamonds
They kicked me out of and I rebounded like Rodman
It's still Aftermath, two 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 keep a black .45 on the of my prada denim
Chip on my shoulder I'm fresh outta prison
vision, blow a hundred thou like my wallet missing
Then re-up like kid the d-cup
Continuously getting money my feet up
Chasing the throne, my black Air Force
I said fuck Benzino and got the of The Source
me? If not then I guess you gotta kill me
But you ain't do that so motherfucker move back
While I do B.I.G. and 'Pac impersonations on two
When I the dead, everybody remove hats
We miss y'all, can I get a hand
Now back to rap, why I stay strapped?
On that murder T-I-P, you ASAP
They won't know which hole to patch up, when the ??
I tried to spare you Young Buck, now it's time for
It go, how you from Cashville but you ain't got no nigga?
Say my name now that's your ass nigga
Kept your shut and I gave you a pass nigga
Now I gotta lay you down like the nigga
Buck, buck, buck my AK-47
This nigga playing with his life, I 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 want that David 'cause you love life
Get my Vibe, when it's war he out butter knifes
Muthafucker I'ma show you who the
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 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 shit in his hands, and you ain't had the ten
that, I thought we was G-Unit
Then you ran and told 50 that I did that
Ask C-Murder, the boy ain't to find
I told when I catch him The Boy is Mine
Take one of Brandy and pop
Watch his panties drop, when I run inside the Shop
you, 50, Banks, Yayo, and the cops
And Olivia, I for a man she hot
Now I'm running out of breath, like I beat boxed
Got 20 bars to go, lay it down sheet 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 three spots
280 in, no getting me back
I'm yelling fuck the world, on my lap
Remember first it was Buddens, it was Bleek
Now it's whoever motherfucker, yeah, who want
Now whenever motherfucker, who see me?
In the coffin, exhausted, resting in peace
You don't want war nigga, you want
So 'em the peace, capiche (sp?)
Let 'em in peace
From to east the flow is outdatable, irreplacable
Lyrical homicide, hell is hot, I'm with Satan
And I 'em the ace, you cannot replace 'em
If Eazy ever decide to return, I remain
A king in the making, and the is for the taking
So I climb the mountain top and put my in
Got the of the world on my shoulder
Not a nigga nor a hoodrat can stop me from taking it over
This is crack music, go get the baking
300 and Runnin, nigga the wait is over
I'm gone...