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

I 50 Cent
He reminds me
And Tony is Blues Clues
And Banks is Dora the Explorer
my friends

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

[The
300 Bars and
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 than Hova unless he
Like I'm the president, but ain't 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 saying if you gonna retire, hand me the crown
Nah, let Bleek do it, then him a concert in Madison square
Watch everybody through it
We can go bar for bar, I'll let the speak to 'em
What they say? Bleek is over let Chris and do it
They say the wrong thing, smack 'em silly
What you Them was the only niggaz that rapped in Philly?
See them niggaz with the soonies leave you in Philly
Then dash in groups like Mac in Philly
?? said Jack in Philly
Make a U-turn, I go back to Philly
I forgot my cheese stake, that's what I the cops
So they wouldn't get the start searching for the glock
And I can't forget, B.I.G. got murdered by the
I was Ready To Die, when I heard that he was shot
What's Beef is when I murk you on the spot
Labels many things, still searching for they Pac
I put purple on the
So I don't feel threatened Ludacris 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 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 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 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 slash rapper, check your CD shop
I'm like Elvis in there, they believe you dropped
Now I'm moving on up to George and Weezy's
I up where my homeboy Eazy stopped
I saw the west coast, put the shit on my
Sprayed Aftermath on it, loosened the strap
It get hot in here, let rap
Bring hell to niggaz when Dre a track
it to the streets, put the duece duece to your hat
Then call up the pigs, tell them the rooster's
Call Jadakiss, him that duke is back
I'm by your side, no matter 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 back, thanks to Fat Joe
We got reservations in heaven, you Let's go
them off, then the sound 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 mouth about what the 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 gon'
I'm 10 younger than Yayo, I get out, I'm fine
Then I go right back, I pop mines
How you gon' drop Olivia, you only drop
I knew you changed, you started sleeping in that 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 career is over, career is over
We in QB, banging CNN in the
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 50 Cent you want a copy of Beef 3
I'm airing ass out on DVD
You rhyme like Lloyd Banks repeat after me
I'm a toy soldier
On Sesame street voice overs
Bitch ass nigga need a dictionary, to rehearse his lines
Sound like Oscar the Grouch, with them rhymes
We was in the studio, when I first got
He got stuck, he called 50 borrow some lines
That's the wrong nigga, when you need help your rhymes
All he gon' tell you is say one more time
Got mad 'cause I ain't wanna your beef mine
You got with Ja, why you ain't go at Shyne?
He freestyled from the pen, just the fact
Said 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 that
I knew from the I couldn't trust those cats
I'd kill 'em all, if I could Justo back
The underground is mine, I treat it home
It's the reason niggaz saying my name like Jones
The underground is mine, I treat it like
It's the reason niggaz my name like Mike Jones
The underground is mine, I treat it home
It's the niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones
I
The is mine, I treat it like home
the reason niggaz saying 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 ain't I could do it
Came with two hundred, nigga this is more music
Even Dre it, that boy hot like summer
Both ?? in the dirt, 300 and Runnin
And I beef with any nigga, say my name I'm gunnin'
You can put it on if you want it
I'll air you out on King, Mike, or Clue
And watch them shits 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 bruised
Don't hit me on the asking what you did
Get a gun or ask 50's to use his
'cause Bloods get ya
Bloods, Bloods get ya for that Shadyville chain
That 380 brains, when I pop shots
NY, in front of hip-hop cops
Or broad day in L.A., 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 I'ma him out his house, put the beam on his face
Drop him off at Terror Squad, let him scream for the
'cause you fucking with Jayceon, you can bleed in the lake
For caking off niggaz on them and tapes
Ask to scratch a record, you will see he fake
If 50 was Puffy, you'd run and go get him a cheese
Take the DJ off your name, Mr. replay
Not the replay
I the machine that G-Unit use every time 50 on stage singing like
Bitches only for shit just a lil bit
Niggaz for your shit just a lil bit
On my album 50 me just a lil bit
Only on two songs, now back to some killer
My clips bananas, I kill a quick
on your chest, I see to your death, yep
Tell to make him a suit
Tell to make him some boots
Get him a band, to cover the holes in his head
He a dead man for 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 ask for his strings
Take my advice, wear air max for the ??
you one of the Bloods, or a latin king
'cause if your with the Aryans your ass will sting
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 lied and said he write my
He told Vibe Dre was gonna leave me on the
So he gave me all his hits, you should've kept them for
Nigga stop acting before I stand over you
Show you how The Documentary on top of The Massacre
Make a move I'm your ass to the last one
Ten shots from the Mack empty the rest in the
Fase thats 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
cops 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 a New York cab
I'm Mr. Ol' King, New York 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 Cube or Pac then who you
We getting tired of you talkin 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 out with Vivica, three months after wanksta
Get or Die Tryin, we thought you was hot
Now the same nigga wanna take us to the Shop
man, what happened to the thug?
Now you find in the club, him and Lloyd Banks hugging
Nigga got mad The Game start buzzing
So making friends now I'm into throwing slugs
talking about we a family, Game had to go
Nigga I'll smack 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 group
Just wanna sit here and
To be gone, so I can head back to the
Fresh white Nike airs and the matching socks

the brim low, if they don't get it
Bentley Coup on daytons, I was the first one with it
Four times platinum, I done there and did it
Came in the game and shitted, then wiped my ass it
They say the Lord givth, if Lord take it
So I build a house on top of Hip-Hop, I'll for the day
Niggaz hating on me, they want Jayceon to play
And the DA waiting on Jayceon to make a
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 down way
Pushing the rock, nah this no subliminal Jay
The summer too hot, and I the winter to stay
'cause I'm a cold when I put the pen to the page
Similar to them shells into my gauge
I hand 'em off to Dre, he turned them into
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, then I'm West
Take a at my chest, a hundred thou wet jacob
Whole crew got chains, a thou can't break 'em
And the flow is hot that wit Satan
And the only thing I got spinning is
The I get the more willing to snake 'em
So soon as the drop, watch where I take 'em
Compton Swap meet, to get me All-Stars
When in the house, they call ??
'cause they heard what went on in D.C
Heard Hot 97, my beef with 50
Now me do he got a conscience?
I not, 'cause if he did I wouldn't be involved in this nonsense
Wouldn't be in Harlem, be at this conference
I'd rather be pushing rock, ??
50 in my ear, like we still bonding
We ain't friends, I'm just acting like Charles
Middle in the air, one hand on my Johnson
Hip-Hop police on me like I'm the
What to the old school? I thought it was rhyming
Doug E. and Dana Day on the corner like Common
Now that common, it's more like Top Ramen
The flow is news, I it up like vomit
And I still like diamonds
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 politican, Impala ??
And I keep a black .45 on the side of my prada
on my shoulder like I'm fresh outta prison
Dollar vision, blow a thou like my wallet missing
Then re-up kid before the d-cup
getting money with my feet up
Chasing the throne, my black Air Force
I said fuck 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 back
While I do B.I.G. and 'Pac on two tracks
I wake the dead, everybody remove hats
We miss y'all, can I get a hand
Now to rap, why I gotta stay strapped?
On murder T-I-P, kill you ASAP
They know which hole to patch up, when the ?? clap
I tried to spare you Young Buck, now time for payback
It go, how you from Cashville but you ain't got no nigga?
Say my name now that's your ass nigga
Kept your mouth shut and I gave you a nigga
Now I gotta lay you down like the last
Buck, buck, buck from my
This nigga playing his life, I might have to put him in heaven
Tryna play the game, 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 pull out knifes
Muthafucker I'ma show you who the
All you do is Inc., now who the wanksta?
When had you, you were stranded on Tha Row
Juve left you for dead and went to the NO
50 heard you on the tour bus and felt your flow
Then he made you temporary for Yayo
You a bitch, and that's hard to
And you got robbed for your G-Unit chain in Chicago
I my nigga Jojo to get it back
He had the shit in his hands, and you ain't had the ten
Picture that, I we was G-Unit
Then you ran and told 50 I did that shit
Ask C-Murder, the boy ain't hard to
I Monica when I catch him The Boy is Mine
one shot of Brandy and pop
Watch his drop, when I run inside 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 beat boxed
Got 20 bars to go, lay it down like sheet
Don't about the flow, the boy know he hot
Hurricanes in store November, nigga fuck
I'm fly like a on a tree top
The new Hov, the new B.I.G., the new 'Pac, I need three
280 in, ain't no me back
I'm yelling fuck the world, on my lap
Remember first it was Buddens, then it was
Now whoever motherfucker, yeah, who want beef?
Now whenever motherfucker, who see me?
In the coffin, body exhausted, in peace
You don't war nigga, you want peace
So 'em the peace, capiche (sp?)
Let 'em in peace
west to east 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 decide to return, I remain Jayceon
A king in the making, and the is for the taking
So I the mountain top and put my stake in
Got the weight of the world on my
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 is over
I'm gone...