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

I like 50
He reminds me
And Yayo is Blues Clues
And Banks is Dora the Explorer
They're my

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

[The
300 Bars and
loan me your ears for 15 minutes
Walk me

Here the breakdown, the doja, .45 in the holster
tips'll fold 'em, them niggaz they toy soldiers
Oh, that boy colder Hova unless he sober
I'm the president, but this ain't the takeover
Now, there's the speaker, bring your ears a 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 if a nigga take shots to shoot back
Defending his yard, standing his ground
I'm if you gonna retire, then hand me the crown
Nah, let Bleek do it, then throw him a concert in Madison
Watch everybody through it
We can go bar for bar, let the lines speak to 'em
What they say? Bleek is over let and Neef do it
They say the wrong thing, I'ma 'em silly
What you thought? Them was the only niggaz that in Philly?
See them with the soonies leave you wrapped in Philly
Then dash in groups like Beanie Mac in
?? said Curtis Jack in
Make a U-turn, I gotta go back to
I forgot my cheese stake, 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 heard he was shot
What's beef? Beef is when I murk you on the
Labels many 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 beef we eat, we win, but we ain't lonely 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 tops that make your breathing
I'm a gangsta slash rapper, check your CD
I'm like in there, they can't believe you dropped
Now I'm on up to George and Weezy's spot
I picked up where my Eazy stopped
I saw the west coast, put the on my back
Sprayed on it, then loosened the strap
It get hot in here, let rap
Bring hell to when Dre producing a track
Take it to the streets, put the duece duece to hat
call up the pigs, tell them the rooster's back
Call Jadakiss, tell him duke is back
I'm by your side, no matter who comes strapped
Fuck 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 left back, thanks 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 said was he had a ??
Now that's the eulogy, is kinda foolish see
Niggaz 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 plans of getting me captured
Even behind bars, I'm gon' shine
I'm 10 younger than Yayo, I get out, I'm fine
I go right back, nigga I pop mines
How you gon' drop Olivia, you only drop
I you changed, when you started sleeping in that vest dog
I don't need 50 Cent, my niggaz make calls
1-800-split a nigga wig
He got G-Unit wings, them off the Queens Bridge
Now your is over, career is over
We in QB, banging CNN in the
T-O-N-Y, the phony NORE
You ain't the of New York, your sixteens is boring
Take that off ??, go back to PC
And tell 50 Cent you want a copy of 3
I'm airing ass out on DVD
You wanna 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, them nursery rhymes
We was in the studio, when I first got
He got stuck, he called 50 tryna borrow lines
the wrong nigga, when you need help with your rhymes
All he gon' tell you is say one more time
Got mad 'cause I ain't wanna make your beef
You got lucky with Ja, why you ain't go at
He freestyled from the pen, that's the fact
Said he'd put you with mom, and you ain't fucked with that
you lied about your pops, he ain't never bust no cap
Like Father, Like Son, go ask Busta
I knew from the beginning I trust those cats
I'd kill 'em all, if I could Justo back
The underground is mine, I it like home
It's the niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones
The is mine, I treat it like home
It's the reason saying my name like Mike Jones
The is mine, I treat it like home
It's the reason 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 but you can chop it and screw 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, this is more than music
Dre knew it, that boy hot like summer
Both ?? in the dirt, 300 Bars and
And I beef any nigga, say my name motherfuck I'm gunnin'
You can put it on if you want it
I'll air you out on Drama King, Mike, or
And watch them sell out like a Air Jordon shoe
I told Funk Flex when I the nigga Whoo Kid
We see if he know how to DJ with bruised ribs
Don't hit me on the sidekick asking you did
Get a gun or ask 50's to use his
Bloods gonna get ya
Bloods, Bloods gonna get ya for that chain
That 380 brains, when I pop shots
Outside NY, in front of hip-hop
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 take him out his house, put the beam on his face
Drop him off at Squad, let him scream for the jakes
when you fucking with Jayceon, you can bleed in the lake
For caking off niggaz on them CD's and
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. Instant
Not the instant
I mean the machine G-Unit use every 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 back to some shit
My clips bananas, I kill a quick
Beating on your chest, I see to death, yep
Tell to make him a suit
Tell Reebock to him some boots
Get him a band, to cover 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 ask for his strings
Take my advice, wear air max for the ??
you one of the Bloods, or a latin king
'cause if your left with the Aryans your ass sting
And your 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 and said he write my songs
He told Vibe Dre was gonna me on the shelf
So he gave me all his hits, you should've kept them for
Nigga stop acting tough I stand over you
Show you how The live 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
Fase yelling thats enough, let the 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
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
this fake nigga, on pictures with the Jake nigga?
Got his crew starving 'cause he ain't the whole cake,
He ain't Nas, B.I.G., ain't Jigga
If he Cube or Pac then who you got?
We getting tired of you talkin who you shot
use another six bars to tell you who you not
You ain't 50 Cent, he out like a gangsta
You went out with Vivica, three months after
Get Rich or Die Tryin, we you was hot
Now the same wanna take us to the Candy Shop
C'mon man, what happened to the
Now you could find in the club, him and Lloyd 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 smack that ho like I'm
'cause I don't 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 be in your group
Just sit here and wait
To be gone, so I can head to the block
Fresh white Nike airs and the matching socks

Pull the 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 game and shitted, then my ass with 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 don't Jayceon to play
And the DA on Jayceon to make a mistake
So they can put me in the SWAT car and lock me
me a odd job in the pen for minimum pay
Let me out so I can drive criminal way
Pushing the rock, nah ain't no subliminal Jay
The too hot, and I want the winter 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 into
And Blaze, 'cause 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 West
Take a look at my chest, a hundred wet jacob
crew got chains, a hundred thou can't break 'em
And the flow is hot like wit Satan
And the only thing I got is Daytons
The hotter I get the more to snake 'em
So soon as the beat drop, watch I take 'em
Compton meet, to get me some All-Stars
When Game in the house, they ??
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 in this nonsense
be in Harlem, wouldn't be at this conference
I'd be pushing rock, like ??
50 in my ear, like we still bonding
We ain't friends, I'm just acting Charles Bronson
finger 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
E. Fresh and Dana Day on the corner like Common
Now that ain't common, it's more Top Ramen
The flow is news, I throw it up like
And I shine like diamonds
They kicked me out of G-Unit and I rebounded like
It's 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 denim
Chip on my shoulder like I'm fresh prison
Dollar vision, blow a hundred thou like my wallet
Then like kid before the d-cup
getting money with my feet up
Chasing the throne, here my black Air
I said fuck and got the cover of The Source
Feel me? If not then I 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 y'all, can I get a hand clap?
Now to rap, why I gotta stay strapped?
On murder T-I-P, kill you ASAP
won't know which hole to patch up, when the ?? clap
I tried to spare you Young Buck, now it's time for
It go, how you from Cashville but you got no cash nigga?
Say my now that's your fucking ass nigga
your mouth shut and I gave you a pass nigga
Now I gotta lay you like the last nigga
Buck, buck, from my AK-47
nigga playing with his life, I might have to put him in heaven
Tryna play the game, talking up on the stereo
Prepare for burial, it's I'm reincarnating Harry-O
And you don't want that David 'cause you your life
Get my Vibe, when it's war he pull out butter
I'ma show you who the gangsta
All you do is Murder Inc., now who the
When Suge had you, you stranded on Tha Row
left you for dead and went back to the NO
50 heard you on the tour bus and 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 Jojo to get it back
He had the in his hands, and you ain't had the ten stacks
Picture that, I thought we was
Then you ran and told 50 that I did that
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 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, I just beat boxed
Got 20 bars to go, lay it down like rock
Don't worry about the flow, the boy 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 spots
280 in, ain't no me back
I'm fuck the world, on my victory lap
Remember first it was Buddens, then it was
Now it's whoever motherfucker, yeah, who beef?
Now whenever motherfucker, who see me?
In the coffin, body exhausted, resting in
You want war nigga, you want peace
So give 'em the peace, (sp?)
Let 'em in peace
From west to east the flow is outdatable,
Lyrical homicide, is hot, I'm boxing 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 bitch can stop me from it over
This is music, go get the baking soda
300 Bars and Runnin, nigga the wait is
I'm gone...