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

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

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

[The
300 and Runnin
Just loan me your ears for 15
with me

Here the breakdown, pass the doja, .45 in the
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 this a diss, and you Hova pissed
Why I wanna do that? When I'm just the new cat
That was taught if a nigga take to shoot back
Defending his yard, yeah his ground
I'm saying if you gonna retire, then me the crown
Nah, let do it, then throw him a concert in Madison square
Watch sleep through it
We can go bar for bar, I'll let the lines to 'em
What they Bleek is over let Chris and Neef do it
They say the wrong thing, I'ma 'em silly
What you thought? Them was the only that rapped in Philly?
See them with the soonies leave you wrapped in Philly
Then in groups like Beanie Mac in Philly
?? said Curtis Jack in
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 dogs start searching for the
And I can't forget, B.I.G. got murdered by the
Even I was Ready To Die, when I that he was shot
What's beef? Beef is when I you on the spot
Labels many things, still searching for they Pac
I put purple on the
So I don't feel threatened when say he coming for the #1 spot
Ask 50, it get on top
You can hate me or me, but now the cops the only 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 Yayo I bet 10 G's you
Run up on new 300 C you got
Stop hoping I fall, hope the bleeding
And I hope you black out you see the cops
I hot top for colors, I'm from Cedar Block
So I got my hot tops make your breathing stop
I'm a slash rapper, check your CD shop
I'm like Elvis in there, they can't believe you
Now I'm moving on up to George and Weezy's
I up where my homeboy Eazy stopped
I saw the coast, put the shit on my back
Aftermath 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 to your hat
Then call up the pigs, tell the rooster's back
Call Jadakiss, tell him that is back
I'm still by your side, no who comes strapped
Fuck Lloyd Banks, it ain't who can rap
It's about when the ?? clap, is rufus
I see what you thinkin, you me to die, is that so?
Now you leaning back, thanks to Fat Joe
We got in heaven, you ready? 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 that's the eulogy, is kinda foolish see
Niggaz running their mouth about what the fuck gon' do to me
But quit the yapping I proceed to clapping
And you gon' see the with plans of getting me captured
Even behind bars, I'm gon' shine
I'm 10 years younger Yayo, I get out, I'm fine
Then I go back, nigga I pop mines
How you drop Olivia, you only drop dimes
I knew you changed, when you started sleeping in that dog
I need 50 Cent, my niggaz make collect calls
1-800-split a nigga wig
He got G-Unit wings, throw them off the Queens
Now your career is over, career is
We in QB, banging CNN in the
T-O-N-Y, that's the NORE
You the talk of New York, your sixteens is boring
Take that off ??, go back to PC
And tell 50 Cent you a copy of Beef 3
I'm their ass out on DVD
You wanna rhyme like Banks repeat after me
I'm a toy soldier
On Sesame street doing overs
ass nigga need a rhyme 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 borrow 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 I ain't wanna 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 fucked with that
Then you about your pops, he ain't never bust no cap
Like Father, Son, go ask Busta that
I knew from the beginning I 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 Mike
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 like
It's the reason niggaz my name like Mike Jones
I
The underground is mine, I treat it home
the reason 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 store the shit
Gave 'em a hundred bars, they ain't think I do it
Came two hundred, nigga this is more than music
Even Dre knew it, that boy hot like
?? in the dirt, 300 Bars and Runnin
And I beef with any nigga, say my motherfuck I'm gunnin'
You can put it on skee if you it
I'll air you out on King, Mike, or Clue
And watch them shits sell out a Air Jordon shoe
I told Funk when I catch the nigga Whoo Kid
We gon' see if he know how to DJ 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 get ya for that Shadyville chain
380 spill 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 my music, ain't 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 scream for the
when you fucking with Jayceon, you can bleed in the lake
For caking off niggaz on them and tapes
Ask them to scratch a record, you will see he
If 50 was Puffy, run and go get him a cheese cake
Take the DJ off your name, Mr. replay
Not the replay
I mean the machine that G-Unit use every time 50 on stage like
only for your 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 to some killer shit
My clips bananas, I kill a gorilla
on your chest, I see to your death, yep
Tell to make him a suit
Reebock to make him some boots
Get him a head band, to cover the holes in his
He a man for thinking he can walk through muddy waters like Redman
Banks blacked out and let the gun blam a M-E-T-H-O-D Man
So the lieutenant ask for his strings
Take my advice, never air max for the ??
Unless you one of the Bloods, or a latin
'cause if your left with the Aryans your ass sting
And your mate is a 25 to lifer
They will stab you ?? then fuck you on Rikers
And Life On
Now back to the coward of the hour who and said he write my songs
He told Vibe Dre was leave me on the shelf
So he me all his hits, you should've kept them for yourself
Nigga stop acting tough before I over you
Show you how The Documentary on top of The Massacre
Make a I'm blasting your ass to the last one
Ten shots from the Mack 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, think I'm locin' backing up
Reverse the '05 on 41st and traffic, what
cops on my left, but I pass 'em up
The Dodge got a hemmy in it, Game got a in 'em
In and out of like a New York cab
I'm Mr. Ol' King, New York cab
Who's this nigga, on pictures with the Jake nigga?
Got his starving 'cause he ain't the whole cake, nigga
He Nas, ain't B.I.G., ain't Jigga
If he Cube or Pac then who you got?
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 out like a gangsta
You went out Vivica, three months after wanksta
Get Rich or Die Tryin, we you was hot
Now the same nigga wanna take us to the Shop
C'mon man, what to the thug?
Now you find in the club, him and Lloyd Banks hugging
Nigga got mad The Game start buzzing
So fuck friends now I'm into throwing slugs
Olivia about we a family, Game 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 wanna shake hands, or wear your G-Unit shoes
Don't you on my hooks, don't wanna be in your group
Just wanna sit here and
To be gone, so I can head to the block
Fresh white Nike airs and the matching socks

Pull the brim low, if they get it
Bentley on gold daytons, I was the first one with it
Four times platinum, I done there and did it
in the game and shitted, then wiped my ass with it
They say the 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 want Jayceon to
And the DA waiting on Jayceon to a mistake
So they can put me in the SWAT car and 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 ain't no Jay
The too hot, and I want the winter to stay
'cause I'm a cold when I put the pen to the page
Similar to them shells going my gauge
I 'em off to Dre, he turned them into granades
And Just Blaze, 'cause the boy got
I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain
Now to reality, my gun and my vest
And if diamonds are forever, then I'm West
a look at my chest, a hundred thou wet jacob
Whole crew got chains, a thou can't break 'em
And the flow is hot like wit Satan
And the thing I got spinning is Daytons
The hotter I get the more willing to 'em
So soon as the beat drop, watch I take 'em
Swap meet, to get me some All-Stars
When Game in the house, they ??
'cause they heard what went on in D.C
Heard Hot 97, my beef with 50
Now me do he got a conscience?
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 like Charles Bronson
finger in the air, one hand on my Johnson
Hip-Hop 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 corner Common
Now ain't common, it's more like Top Ramen
The flow is news, I throw it up like
And I still shine like
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 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 outta
Dollar vision, a hundred thou like my wallet missing
Then re-up like kid before the
Continuously getting with 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 impersonations on two tracks
When I wake the dead, everybody hats
We miss y'all, can I get a clap?
Now back to rap, why I stay strapped?
On that T-I-P, kill you ASAP
They won't 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 cash
Say my name now your 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 from my
This playing with his life, I might have to put him in heaven
play the game, talking shit up on the stereo
Prepare for burial, it's when I'm 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 your little
he made you temporary replacement for Yayo
You a bitch, and that's hard to
And you got robbed for spinning 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
Picture that, I we was G-Unit
you ran and told 50 that I did that shit
Ask C-Murder, the boy ain't hard to
I told when I catch him The Boy is Mine
Take one 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 just boxed
Got 20 bars to go, lay it down like 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 need spots
280 in, ain't no getting me
I'm yelling the world, on my victory lap
Remember it was Buddens, then it was Bleek
Now it's whoever motherfucker, yeah, who beef?
Now whenever motherfucker, who see me?
In the coffin, exhausted, resting in peace
You want war nigga, you want 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 with Satan
And I 'em the ace, you cannot replace 'em
If ever decide to return, I remain Jayceon
A king in the making, and the throne is for the
So I the mountain top and put my stake in
Got the of the world on my shoulder
Not a nigga nor a hoodrat bitch can stop me from it over
This is crack music, go get the baking
300 Bars and Runnin, nigga the is over
I'm gone...