It's April 23, 2024, 06:25:19 AM
Thats the whole point of the song,its supposed to be that long.The start wasnt too impressing,but later on he showed us some talent.
What's beef? Beef is when I murk you on the spotLabels signing many things, still searching for they PacI put purple on the blockSo I don't feel threatened when Ludacris say he coming for the #1 spotI saw the west coast, put the shit on my backSprayed Aftermath on it, then loosened the strapIt get hot in here, let Lucifer rapBring hell to niggaz when Dre producing a trackTake it to the streets, put the duece duece to your hatThen call up the pigs, tell them the rooster's backEven behind bars, I'm still gon' shineI'm 10 years younger than Yayo, I get out, I'm fineThen I go right back, nigga I pop minesHow you gon' drop Olivia, you only drop dimesI knew you changed, when you started sleeping in that vest dogI don't need 50 Cent, my niggaz make collect calls1-800-split a faggot nigga wigHe got G-Unit wings, throw them off the Queens BridgeYou wanna rhyme like Lloyd Banks repeat after meI'm a G-Unit toy soldierOn Sesame street doing voice oversBitch ass nigga need a rhyme dictionary, to rehearse his linesSound like Oscar the Grouch, with them nursery rhymesWe was in the studio, when I first got signedHe got stuck, he called 50 tryna borrow some linesThat's the wrong nigga, when you need help with your rhymesAll he gon' tell you is say G-Unit one more timeGot mad cuz I ain't wanna make your beef mineYou got lucky with Ja, why you aint go at Shyne?He freestyled from the pen, that's just the factSaid he'd put you with your mom, and you ain't fucked with thatThen you lied about your pops, he ain't never bust no capLike Father, Like Son, go ask Busta thatI told Funk Flex when I catch the nigga Whoo KidWe gon' see if he know how to DJ with bruised ribsIf 50 was Puffy, you'd run and go get him a cheese cakeTake the DJ off your name, Mr. Instant replayNot the instant replayI mean the machine that G-Unit use every time 50 on stage singing likeBitches only for your shit just a lil bitNiggaz only for your shit just a lil bitOn my album 50 helped me just a lil bitOnly on two songs, now back to some killer shitMy clips bananas, I kill a gorilla quickBeating on your chest, I see to your death, yepTell Ecko to make him a suitTell Reebock to make him some bootsGet him a head band, to cover the holes in his headHe a dead man for thinking he can walk through muddy waters like RedmanBanks blacked out and let the gun blam without a M-E-T-H-O-D ManWho's this fake nigga, on pictures with the Jake nigga?Got his crew starving cuz he aint the whole cake, niggaHe ain't Nas, ain't B.I.G., ain't JiggaIf he ain't Cube or Pac then who you got?We getting tired of you talkin about who you shotI'll use another six bars to tell you who you notYou ain't 50 Cent, he went out like a gangstaYou went out with Vivica, three months after wankstaGet Rich or Die Tryin, we thought you was hotNow the same nigga wanna take us to the Candy ShopC'mon man, what happened to the thug?Now you could find in the club, him and Lloyd Banks huggingFour times platinum, I done been there and did itCame in the game and shitted, then wiped my ass with itI told Monica when I catch him The Boy is MineTake one shot of Brandy and popWatch his panties drop, when I run inside the Candy ShopFuck you, 50, Banks, Yayo, and the copsAnd Olivia, I mean for a man she hot
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Sorry but Game should've just made a normal diss track. I mean he came hard on this track, but I dont see myself playin 15 minutes just to hear the best disses. And all that beat mixing is annoying as fuck200 Bars > 300 Bars
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