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Anonymous
#258746 Thu, 24 Aug 06 07:35 AM
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300 Bars & Runnin
[INTRO]
My mama took me to Sam Goody's
I wanted to buy a 50 Cent CD
I took that *** home
That *** was wack like a ***
Don't *** With Game
[Lil' Kid Voice]
I like 50 Cent
He reminds me of Spongebob
And Tony Yayo is Blues Clues
And Lloyd Banks is Dora the Explorer
They're my friends
Psyche
I went down one of them Bodaga shits right there in Harlem
Got me a bootleg Lloyd Banks and Young Buck CD
Took that *** home, put it in my boom box
Thought I was bout to be on some radio Raheim ***
Man that *** sound like some Vanessa Williams in '88
I mean Olivia cute but they say that *** a man
So this Black Wallstreet for life now
GGG-UNOT!
[The Game]
(Beat to Bone Thugs N Harmony-Handle The Vibe)
300 Bars and Runnin (New Jersey Devil)
Just loan me your ears for 15 minutes
Walk with me
Here 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 sober, Like I'm the president, but this ain't the takeover
Now, (Beat to Jay-Z-Take Over) there's the speaker, bring your ears a little closer, Before you call this a diss, and you make Hova ***
Why would I wanna do that? When I'm just the new cat, That was taught if a *** take shots to shoot back (Stops)
Defending his yard, yeah standing his ground, I'm saying if you gonna retire, then hand me the crown
Nah, let Bleek do it, then throw him a concert in Madison square, Watch everybody sleep through it
We can go bar for bar, I'll let the lines speak to 'em, What they say? Bleek is over let Chris and Neef do it
They say the wrong thing, I'ma smack 'em silly, What you thought? Them was the only *** that rapped in Philly?
See them *** with the soonies leave you wrapped in Philly, Then dash in groups like Beanie Mac is SILLY
copped the cab call said Curtis Jack in Philly, Make a U-turn, I gotta go back to Philly
I forgot my cheese steak, that's what I told the cops, (Beat to Mobb Deep-Shook 1s) So they wouldn't get the dogs start searching for the glock
And I can't forget, B.I.G. got murdered by the cops, Even I was Ready To Die, when I heard that he was shot
What's beef? Beef is when I murk you on the spot, Labels signing many things, still searching for they Pac
I put purple on the block, So I don't feel threatened when Ludacris say he coming for the #1 spot
Ask 50, it get lonely on top, You can hate me or love me, but now the cops the only homies he got
When it's beef we eat, we win, but we ain't lonely we pop, You sell records but a GGG-u not!
Acting big on the radio, to me you not, You can ask Mr. CCC who hot
Tony Yayo I bet 10 G's you flop, Run up on that new 300 C you got
Stop hoping I fall, hope the bleeding stop, And I hope you black out before you see the cops
I ain't hot top for colors, I'm from Cedar Block, So I got my hot tops that make your breathing stop
I'm a gangsta slash rapper, check your CD shop, I'm like Elvis in there, they can't believe you dropped
Now I'm moving on up to George and Weezy's spot, I picked up where my homeboy Eazy stopped
I saw the west coast, put the *** on my back, Sprayed Aftermath on it, then loosened the strap
It get hot in here, (Beat to Jay-Z-"Lucifer")let Lucifer rap (stops), Bring hell to *** when Dre producing a track
Take it to the streets, put the duece duece to your hat, Then call up the pigs, tell them the rooster's back
Call Jadakiss, tell him that duke is back, (Beat to I’m By Your Side) I'm still by your side, (stops) no matter who comes strapped
*** Lloyd Banks, it ain't about who can rap, It's about when the ruger clap, is rufus back
I see what you thinkin, you want me to die, is that so?, (Intro to Fat Joe-Lean Back) Now you left leaning back, thanks to Fat Joe (Stops)
We got reservations in heaven, you ready? Let's go, Drop them off, then the sound like Esko
I'm a say he hit me first if me and Dre talk, All Nas said back was he had a great thought
(Beat to Dr. Dre-Keep Their Heads Ringing) Now that's the eulogy, beef is kinda foolish see, *** running their mouth about what the *** they gon' do to me
But quit the yapping before I proceed to clapping, And you gon' see the captain with plans of getting me captured
Even behind bars, I'm still gon' shine, I'm 10 years 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 dimes
I knew you changed, when you started sleeping in that vest dog, I don't need 50 Cent, my *** make collect calls
1-800-split a faggot *** wig, He got G-Unit wings, throw them off the Queens Bridge
Now your career is over, career is over, We in QB, banging CNN in the rover
T-O-N-Y, that's the Capone n NORE, You ain't the talk of New York, your sixteens is boring
Take that *** off ***, go back to PC, And tell 50 Cent you want a copy of Beef 3
I'm airing their ass out on DVD, You wanna rhyme like Lloyd Banks repeat after me
(Beat to Lloyd Banks-I’m So Fly)I'm a G-Unit toy soldier, On Sesame street doing voice overs
*** ass *** (Stops) need a rhyme dictionary, to rehearse his lines, Sound like Oscar the Grouch, with them nursery rhymes
We was in the studio, when I first got signed, He got stuck, he called 50 tryna borrow some lines
That's the wrong ***, when you need help with your rhymes, All he gon' tell you is say G-Unit one more time
(Beat to KRS-1-The Bridge is Over) Got mad cuz I ain't wanna make your beef mine, You got lucky with Ja, why you aint go at Shyne?
He freestyled from the pen, that's just the fact, Said he'd put you with your mom, and you ain't *** with that
Then you lied about your pops, he ain't never bust no cap, Like Father, Like Son, go ask Busta that
I knew from the beginning I couldn't trust those cats, I'd kill 'em all, if I could bring Justo back
The underground is mine, I treat it like home, It's the reason *** saying my name like Mike Jones
The underground is mine, I treat it like home, It's the reason *** saying my name like Mike Jones
I Said
The underground is mine, I treat it like home, It's the reason *** saying my name like Mike Jones
I said
The underground is mine, I treat it like home, It's the reason *** saying my name like Mike Jones
And I'm far from Houston (Chopped&Screwed) but you can chop it and screw it, Do whatever to it, but it in the store the *** moving (Stops)
Gave 'em a hundred bars, they ain't think I could do it, Came with two hundred, *** this is more than music
Even Dre knew it, that boy hot like summer, Both feet in the dirt, 300 Bars and Runnin
And I beef with any ***, say my name *** I'm gunnin', You can put it on skee if you want it
I'll air you out on Drama King, Mike, or Clue, And watch them shits sell out like a Air Jordon shoe
I told Funk Flex when I catch the *** Whoo Kid, We gon' see if he know how to DJ with bruised ribs
Don't hit me on the sidekick asking what you did, Get a gun or ask 50's police to use his
(Beat Changes) Cuz Bloods gonna get ya, Bloods, Bloods gonna get ya (Stops) for that Shadyville chain
That 380 spill brains, when I pop shots, Outside NY, in front of hip-hop cops
Or broad day in L.A., I'ma tell Em and Dre, This *** bootlegging my music, ain't nothing for him to say
(Beat to The Game-Runnin) Took me off my own songs, then put it on his tapes, So Ima take him out his house put the beam on his face (Stops)
Drop him off at Terror Squad, let him scream for the jakes, Cuz when you *** with Jayceon, you can bleed in the lake
For caking off *** on them CD's and tapes, Ask them to scratch a record, you will see he fake
If 50 was Puffy, you'd run and go get him a cheese cake, Take the DJ off your name, Mr. Instant replay
Not the instant replay, I mean the machine that G-Unit use every time 50 on stage singing like
(Beat to 50 Cent-Just A Little Bit) Bitches only feel your *** just a lil bit, *** only feel your *** just a lil bit On my album 50 helped me just a lil bit, Only on two songs, now back to some killer *** (Stops)
My clips bananas, I kill a gorilla quick, Beating on your chest, I see to your death, yep
Tell Ecko to make him a suit, Tell REEBOK to make him some boots, Get him a head band, to cover the holes in his head
He a dead man for thinking he can walk through muddy waters like Redman,
Banks blacked out and let the gun blam witout a (Beat Changes) M-E-T-H-O-D Man (Stops)
So the lieutenant gotta ask for his strings, Take my advice, never wear air max for the dames
Unless you one of the Bloods, or a latin king, Cuz if your left with the Aryans your ass will sting
And your cell mate is a 25 to lifer, They will stab you then ??? then *** you on Rikers
And Life Goes On, Now back to the coward of the hour who lied and said he write my songs
He told Vibe Dre was gonna leave me on the shelf, So he gave me all his hits, you should've kept them for yourself
(Beat to Jay-Z-Dead Presidents) *** stop acting tough before I stand over you, Show you how The Documentary live on top of The Massacre
Make a move I'm blasting your ass to the last one, Ten shots from the MAC empty the rest in the passenger
Face yelling thats enough, let the coroner bag him up, Throw in Makaveli and lift the doors on the Maganum
Gun smoking, Fase think I'm locin' backing up, Reverse the '05 hurse on 41st and traffic, what
Hip-Hop cops on my left, but I pass 'em up, The Dodge got a hemmy in it, Game got a Remy in 'em
In and out of lanes like a New York cab, I'm Mr. Ol' King, that New York cab
(Beat to Biggie-Who Shot Ya) Who's this fake ***, on pictures with the Jake ***?
Got his crew starving cuz he aint the whole cake, ***, He ain't Nas, ain't B.I.G., ain't Jigga
If he ain't Cube or Pac then who you got?, We getting tired of you talkin about who you shot
I'll use another six bars to tell you who you not, You ain't 50 Cent, he went out like a gangsta
You went out with Vivica, three months after wanksta, (Stops)
Get Rich or Die Tryin, we thought you was hot, Now the same *** wanna take us to the Candy Shop
C'mon man, what happened to the thug?, Now you could find in the club, him and Lloyd Banks hugging
*** got mad when The Game start buzzing, So *** making friends now I'm into throwing slugs
Olivia talking about we a family, Game had to go, *** I'll smack that ho like I'm Jackie-O
(Beat to Jay-Z-Dear Summer) Cuz I don't wanna be cool, I don't wanna be you, I don't wanna shake hands, or wear your G-Unit shoes
Don't want you on my hooks, don't wanna be in your group, Just wanna sit here and wait
To be gone, so I can head back to the block, Fresh white Nike airs and the matching socks fitted
Pull the brim low, if they don't get it, Bentley COUPE on gold daytons, I was the first one with it
Four times platinum, I done been there and did it, Came in the game and shitted, then wiped my ass with it
They say the Lord giveth, if Lord take it away, So I build a house on top of Hip-Hop, and wait for the day
*** hating on me, they don't want Jayceon to play, And the DA waiting on Jayceon to make a mistake
So they can put me in the SWAT car and lock me away, Give me a odd job in the pen for minimum pay
Let me out so I can drive down criminal way, Pushing the rock, nah this ain't no subliminal Jay
The summer too hot, and I want the winter to stay, Cuz I'm a cold *** when I put the pen to the page
Similar to them shells going into my gauge, I hand 'em off to Dre, he turned them into grenades
And Just Blaze, cuz the boy got game, Like I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain
(Beat to Kanye West-Diamonds From S. L. ) Now back to reality, my gun and my vest, And if diamonds are forever, then I'm Kanye West
Take a look at my chest, a hundred thou wet jacob, Whole crew got chains, a hundred thou can't break 'em
And the flow is hot like that wit Satan, And the only thing I got spinning is Daytons
The hotter I get the more willing to snake 'em, So soon as the beat drop, watch where I take 'em
Compton Swap meet, to get me some All-Stars, When Game in the house, they callin all cars
Cuz they heard about what went on in D.C., Heard about Hot 97, my beef with 50
Now tell me do he got a conscience?, I think not, cuz if he did I wouldn't be involved in this nonsense
Wouldn't be in Harlem, wouldn't be at this conference, I'd rather be pushing rock, like Samantha Rodman
50 whispered in my ear, like we still bonding, We ain't friends, I'm just acting like Charles Bronson
Middle finger in the air, one hand on my Johnson, Hip-Hop police on me like I'm the convict
What happened to the old school? I thought it was rhyming, Doug E. Fresh and Dana Day on the corner like Common
Now that ain't common, it's more like Top Ramen, The flow is noodles, I throw it up like vomit
And I still shine like diamonds, They kicked me out of G-Unit and I rebounded like Rodman
It's still Aftermath, two feet in the pention, I be mad, I ain't, I'm supposed to stop I can't because
(Beat to Junior Mafia-Get Money) I'm in the hood politican, Impala liftin, And I keep a black .45 on the side of my prada denim
Chip on my shoulder like I'm fresh outta prison, Dollar vision, blow a hundred thou like my wallet missing
Then re-up like kim before the d-cup, (Beat to Jay-Z-Brooklyn's Finest) Continuously getting money with my feet up
Chasing the throne, here my black Air Force, I said *** Benzino and got the cover of The Source
Feel me? If not then I guess you gotta kill me, But you ain't gon' do that so *** move back
While I do B.I.G. and 'Pac impersonations on two tracks, When I wake the dead, everybody remove hats
We miss ya'll, can I get a hand clap?, Now back to rap, why I gotta stay strapped?
On that murder T-I-P, kill you ASAP, They won't know which hole to patch up, when the K clap
I tried to spare you Young Buck, now it's time for payback
(Beat to Eazy-E-Real *** G’s) It go, how you from Cashville but you ain't got no cash ***?, Say my name now that's your *** ass ***
Kept your mouth shut and I gave you a pass ***, Now I gotta lay you down like the last ***
Buck, buck, buck from my AK-47, This *** playing with his life, I might have to put him in heaven
Tryna play the game, talking *** up on the stereo, Prepare for burials, it's when I'm reincarnating Harry-O
And you don't want that David cuz you love your life, Get my Vibe, when it's war he pull out butter knifes
*** I'ma show you who the gangsta, All you do is Murder Inc., now who the wangsta?
When Suge had you, you were stranded on Tha Row, Juve left you for dead and went back to the N-O
(Beat to Juvenile-Nolia Clap) 50 heard you on the tour bus and felt your little flow, Then he made you temporary replacement for Yayo (Stops)
You a ***, and that's hard to swallow, And you got robbed for your 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 G-Unit, Then you ran and told 50 that I did that ***
Ask C-Murder, the boy ain't hard to find, I told Monica when I catch him The Boy is Mine
Take one shot of Brandy and pop, Watch his panties drop, when I run inside the Candy Shop
*** you, 50, Banks, Yayo, and the cops, And Olivia, I mean for a man she hot
(Beat to Jay-Z-Blueprint 2) Now I'm running out of breath, like I just beat boxed, Got 20 bars to go, lay it down like sheet rock
Don't worry about the flow, the boy know he hot, Hurricanes in store November, *** *** Reeboks
I'm fly like a Hummingbird on a tree top, The new Hov, the new B.I.G., the new 'Pac, I need three spots
280 in, ain't no getting me back, I'm yelling *** the world, on my victory lap
Remember first it was Buddens, then it was Bleek, Now it's whoever ***, yeah, who want beef?
Now whenever ***, who wanna see me?, In the coffin, body exhausted, resting in peace
You don't want war ***, you want peace, So give 'em the peace, capiche?, Let 'em rest in peace
From west to east the flow is outdatable, irreplacable, Lyrical homicide, hell is hot, I'm boxing with Satan
And I slipped 'em the ace, so you cannot replace 'em, If Eazy ever decide to return, I remain Jayceon
A king in the making, and the throne is for the taking, So I climb the mountain top and put my stake in
Got the weight of the world on my shoulder, Not a *** nor a hoodrat *** can stop me from taking it over
This is crack music, go get the baking soda, 300 Bars and Runnin, *** the wait is over
I'm gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone
From what I've heard this is what it is. If anybody knows tha missing beats let me know
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