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My took me to Sam Goody's
I to buy a 50 Cent CD
I took that shit
That was wack like a motherfucker
fuck with Game

I like 50
He reminds me
And Tony Yayo is Blues
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 shit home, put it in my box
Thought I was to be on some radio Raheim shit
Man that shit sound some Vanessa Williams '88
I Olivia cute but they say that bitch a man
So this Wallstreet for life now
GGG-UNOT!

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

the breakdown, pass the doja, .45 in the holster
Hollow tips'll 'em, them niggaz they toy soldiers
Oh, that boy than Hova unless he sober
Like I'm the president, but this the takeover
Now, the speaker, bring your ears a little closer
Before you call a diss, and you make Hova pissed
Why would I wanna do When I'm just the new cat
That was taught if a nigga take to shoot back
his yard, yeah standing his ground
I'm saying if you gonna retire, then hand me the
Nah, let Bleek do it, then throw him a concert in square
everybody sleep through it
We can go bar for bar, I'll let the lines to 'em
What they say? Bleek is over let Chris and do it
say the wrong thing, I'ma smack 'em silly
What you Them was the only niggaz 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
Make a U-turn, I gotta go back to
I forgot my cheese stake, that's what I told the
So they wouldn't get the dogs searching for the glock
And I can't forget, B.I.G. got murdered by the
Even I was Ready To Die, when I heard that he was
What's beef? Beef is when I you on the spot
signing many 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 the only homies he got
When it's beef we eat, we win, but we ain't we pop
You sell records but a 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 I fall, hope the bleeding stop
And I hope you black out before you see the
I ain't hot top for colors, I'm Cedar Block
So I got my hot that make your breathing stop
I'm a slash rapper, check your CD shop
I'm like in there, they 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 coast, put the shit on my back
Sprayed Aftermath on it, then 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 duece to hat
Then call up the pigs, tell them the back
Call Jadakiss, tell him that is back
I'm still by your side, no matter who strapped
Fuck Lloyd Banks, it ain't 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
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
running their mouth about what the fuck they gon' do to me
But quit the before I proceed to clapping
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' drop Olivia, you only dimes
I knew you changed, when you started sleeping in vest dog
I don't 50 Cent, my niggaz make collect calls
1-800-split a faggot wig
He got G-Unit wings, throw off the Queens Bridge
Now your career is over, career is
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
that 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 Banks after me
I'm a toy soldier
On Sesame 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, I first got signed
He got stuck, he called 50 tryna borrow lines
That's the wrong nigga, when you need help with rhymes
All he tell you is say G-Unit one more time
Got mad 'cause I ain't wanna make beef mine
You got lucky with Ja, why you ain't go at
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, Son, go ask Busta that
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 my name like Mike Jones
The underground is mine, I treat it like
the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones
The underground is mine, I treat it home
It's the reason niggaz saying my like Mike Jones
I
The underground is mine, I treat it home
It's the niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones
And I'm far from Houston but you can chop it and it
Do whatever to it, but it in the the shit moving
Gave 'em a hundred bars, ain't think I could do it
Came two hundred, nigga this is more than music
Even Dre knew it, that boy hot summer
Both ?? in the dirt, 300 Bars and
And I with any nigga, say my name motherfuck I'm gunnin'
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 I catch the nigga Whoo Kid
We gon' see if he know how to DJ with bruised
Don't hit me on the asking what you did
Get a gun or ask police 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 hip-hop
Or day in L.A., I'ma tell Em and Dre
This nigga bootlegging my music, 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 with Jayceon, you can bleed in the lake
For caking off on them CD's and tapes
Ask them to scratch a record, you see he fake
If 50 was Puffy, you'd run and go get him a cake
Take the DJ off your name, Mr. replay
Not the instant
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 shit a lil bit
On my album 50 helped me a lil bit
Only on two songs, now back to some shit
My bananas, I kill a gorilla quick
Beating on chest, I see to your death, yep
Tell to make him a suit
Tell Reebock to make him boots
Get him a head band, to cover the in his head
He a dead man for thinking he can walk through muddy like Redman
Banks out and let the gun blam without a M-E-T-H-O-D Man
So the lieutenant ask for his strings
my advice, never wear air max for the ??
Unless you one of the Bloods, or a king
'cause if your left the Aryans your ass will sting
And your cell mate is a 25 to
will stab you then ?? then fuck you on Rikers
And Life On
Now back to the coward of the hour who lied and he write my songs
He told Dre was gonna leave me on the shelf
So he gave me all his hits, you kept them for yourself
Nigga stop acting tough I stand over you
you how The Documentary live on top of The Massacre
Make a move I'm your ass to the last one
Ten from the Mack empty the rest in the passenger
Fase yelling enough, let the coroner bag him up
Throw in Makaveli and 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, New York cab
Who's this fake nigga, on pictures with the Jake
Got his crew starving 'cause he ain't the cake, nigga
He ain't Nas, 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 to tell you who you not
You 50 Cent, he went out like a gangsta
You went out with Vivica, three months after
Get or Die Tryin, we thought you was hot
Now the same nigga wanna us to the Candy Shop
C'mon man, what happened to the
Now you could find in the club, him and Lloyd Banks
Nigga got mad when The start buzzing
So fuck friends now I'm into throwing slugs
Olivia talking about we a family, 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 shake hands, or your G-Unit shoes
Don't want you on my hooks, don't be in your group
wanna sit here and wait
To be gone, so I can head to the block
Fresh white Nike airs and the matching fitted

the brim low, if they don't get it
Bentley Coup on gold daytons, I was the one with it
Four times platinum, I done been and did it
Came in the game and shitted, wiped my ass with it
They say the Lord givth, if Lord take it
So I build a house on top of Hip-Hop, wait for the day
Niggaz hating on me, don't want Jayceon to play
And the DA waiting on Jayceon to 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 drive criminal way
Pushing the rock, nah this 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 going into my
I hand 'em off to Dre, he them into 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 thou wet jacob
Whole got chains, a hundred thou can't break 'em
And the is hot like that wit Satan
And the thing I got spinning is Daytons
The hotter I get the more to snake 'em
So as the beat drop, watch where 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
about Hot 97, my beef with 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 be pushing rock, like ??
50 in my ear, like we still bonding
We friends, I'm just acting like Charles Bronson
Middle finger in the air, one hand on my
police on me like I'm the convict
What 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 throw it up vomit
And I still shine diamonds
They kicked me out of G-Unit and I rebounded like
still Aftermath, two feet in the pentition
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 of my prada denim
on my shoulder like I'm fresh outta prison
Dollar vision, a hundred thou like my wallet missing
re-up like kid before the d-cup
Continuously getting money with my up
Chasing the throne, here my Air Force
I said fuck Benzino and got the of The Source
Feel me? If not then I guess you gotta me
But you ain't gon' do that so move back
I do B.I.G. and 'Pac impersonations on two tracks
When I the dead, everybody remove hats
We miss y'all, can I get a clap?
Now to rap, why I gotta stay strapped?
On murder T-I-P, kill you ASAP
They won't know which hole to patch up, when the ??
I tried to spare you Buck, now it's time for payback
It go, how you Cashville but you ain't got no cash nigga?
Say my name now that's fucking ass nigga
Kept your mouth shut and I you a pass nigga
Now I gotta lay you down like the last
Buck, buck, from my AK-47
This nigga playing his life, I might have to put him in heaven
play the game, talking shit up on the stereo
Prepare for burial, it's I'm reincarnating Harry-O
And you want that David 'cause you love your life
Get my Vibe, when it's war he out butter knifes
Muthafucker show you who the gangsta
All you do is Inc., now who the wanksta?
When Suge had you, you stranded on Tha Row
Juve left you for and went back to the NO
50 heard you on the tour bus and felt little flow
Then he made you replacement for Yayo
You a bitch, and that's to swallow
And you got robbed for your G-Unit chain in Chicago
I call my Jojo to get it back
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 to find
I told Monica when I catch him The Boy is
one shot of Brandy and pop
Watch his panties drop, when I run the Candy Shop
you, 50, Banks, Yayo, and the cops
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 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, no getting me back
I'm yelling the world, on my victory lap
Remember first it was Buddens, then it was
Now it's whoever motherfucker, yeah, who want
Now whenever motherfucker, who see me?
In the coffin, body exhausted, in peace
You don't want war nigga, you peace
So give 'em the peace, (sp?)
Let 'em in peace
From west to the flow is outdatable, irreplacable
Lyrical homicide, hell is hot, I'm boxing with
And I slipped 'em the ace, you replace 'em
If Eazy ever to return, I remain Jayceon
A in the making, and the throne is for the taking
So I the mountain top and put my stake in
Got the weight of the on my shoulder
Not a nigga nor a hoodrat bitch can stop me taking it over
is crack music, go get the baking soda
300 and Runnin, nigga the wait is over
I'm gone...