[Joe Budden] Ohh! Oh yeah you fuckin faggot (okay) (Haha) You fuckin' faggot, Game You only a replacement till' Yayo come home, nigga Game Over nigga This not real, only got 8 months before The 5 Hearbeat run is over nigga Stop that singin' shit, and you better be over Faggot
[Joe Budden] Dude wanna be Dre, Ren Ice Cube or Eazy But, you ain't them aight dude? Believe me Say I'm tight trash all thanks to ghostwrite But then you sound like Fab, get a sound like BLAT! Not real, never heard a sound like that He's a bitch, probly sleep in a gown and nightcap Got a big chrome friend that I tuck along with me And a grown gat since you like +suckin on 50's+ You's not Big and Pac, not East vs. West Nigga, this is least vs. best Wack west nigga from a sideblock, meanwhile Get dude to fill an iPod with just freestyles Let's do the math You ain't sold shit, and I sold 500K more than that Heard your diss track,but I ain't even play on that Because I just seen dude, and he ain't say all that In the same hotel, if dude wanted to do me I'd have been Cassidy, gave him the room key Got the guns and the vest out that I planted And Game woulda had his chest out like Janet! That's what I mean, dude's on that tough shit Image for the public, believe none of it Scared to speak street cuz he scared so he dap on some love shit Then get in the booth on some thug shit (naw) Go and put you in a verse Nigga, this 4 will put you in a hearse Now the ganj will put you in the dirt Cuz guns is like soap on a rope, it took a fag to start usin' 'em first A to the K, Jim to the starr Wanna play God (?) say BLAM! nigga, limp to your car This fag can't be for real, he gettin' at me? He 'gone need more than a shield and big Macky (So) Next time don't be a coward about it Just get loud with this crowd to show everybody you bout it Mr G-G-G-G-G, stop that Homes, you only known for 5 Heartbeat hooks and gettin' popped at (c'mon") See no evil, I hear the people They ask and I tell 'em I got your career on TiVo And if the song sells, and you gone be poppin' them thangs Maybe you could tell Jimmy he can stop callin scame I'm just tryin to save your rep Your not a rapper, you asked, they gat like you gone save the West I doubt that, not him You need help, is Dre gone put him on the shelf? Better learn from Rakim So when I see you also, we can let the glocks blow Come through Jersey, or I'll meet you as Roscoes Another fake thugs gets killed 100 red dots on you if you wanna be a blood for real, mu' fucka
[Joe Budden] Yeah! And that's it man Game fuckin' over, I ain't gone keep doin this shit back and forth 50 stop sendin' your lil' fuckin wack ass pawns and come holla at a real nigga man The nigga's ass, fuck him, fuck Game, fuck Banks, Buck and any of them other niggaz Curtis tryin' to send over this way Fuck the whole mother fuckin' G-Unit, a.k.a. the mother fuckin 5 Heartbeats Fuckin' Banks, Buck, Yayo, Game and fuckin' Curtis, the singin' ass nigga NICE LIKE THIS! haha Fuck outta here man You know where I'm at, and you know where to get at me, nigga And I heard the lil slick shit in the beginning of your shit bout you gone punch niggaz in the face and all that you was real polite when I see you And tell Mya I say wuddup I'mma save that lil trick from you tryin' to holla back in this YEAH!, game over maggot. YES! One
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