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-Game talkin-
(pshh) We got a problem Houston...
Not Marcus Houston, or his lil` rappin side kick
We got a real motha fuckin problem...
And theres only gonna be one of these songs,
After that I`ma knock your motha fuckin ass out...
-verse 1-
Bitch niggas get put in a coffin
With all that psychopath talkin
You listenin to da source, and I ain`t from boston
I`m gang bangin, red G-6`s
Call `em how I see em, these niggas is bitches
And clue put this nigga on a song
Now it`s G-unit and I came to get it on
You ain`t hot, nigga you luke warm
I`ll hog tie your ass wit G-unit shoes on
You had pump it up, that was a cool song
You only sold 10 records nigga now move on
Talkin bout you got ratchets and twos on
when You was at the allstar game wit no jewels on
I cant believe I gave you dap
Wit da 45 on me, I should`ve gave you dat
Pistol whipped you, layed you flat
Jumped off Buddens, nah a disgrace for a yankee hat
And it`s time to state my biz
Only nigga pushin Rock in jersey is Jason Kidd
You a phony nigga, I erase your wit
Have you runnin to da church like Mase done did.
You don`t know me..fool
To dis me on DJ..Clue
I don`t need no assistance
to dig you a ditch and
Any problem I got, I just put my clip in
You fake like Janet`s titty
One call, 300 bloods at Atlantic City
You bad boy then dance like diddy
I give celebrity beat downs, I bring da camera wit me
On dat mixtape shit, you know my man was 50
And I keep some chrome in da tanish dickies
Smoke nigga like a gram of sticky
And I know my way to Harlem, I`d take you to Branstons wit me
Come to Compton, you`ll vanish quickly
I got niggas in da hood dat`ll kill you for a can of Migee`s
Gangs of L.A. we never die..
And we`ll let hollow tips fly at Joe..
I drive through da desert storm, kick up dust
Red and blue rags hanging outta pick up trucks
Get banks on da phone, nigga hit Young Buck
Tell him we got a problem wit dis dumb fuck
You was just in da city of angels
In da W lobby, in da presence of gangstas
I`m da nigga dat`ll beat you wit da stainless
And leave you alive so you can run and tell Skane (bitch)
I got niggas in Jersey, dat`ll hang you
I`ma Los Angeles king, wit New York rangers
And you lucky Yayo got dat beeper in his ankle
Joe Buddens da true definition of a wangsta
-Game talking-
Dis nigga try and act like he ain`t know wat da fuck he was doin
You knew what you was doin nigga
Stop lying to da fuckin people nigga
Go jump on a freestyle, niggas on dat fly shit
Try to dis G-Unit nigga
And I`m on da fuckin first verse
You ain`t slick nigga
I caught dat shit like a mother fuckin
Gregg Mayers fastball nigga
50 get Dre on da phone
See if dat nigga remember what Joe Buddens 2nd single was
Cause I don`t
I took a survey in da hood nigga, went to da projects
Asked bitches if they was feelin your shit
They was like `Nope.`
Went to da hood, asked niggas if they was feelin your shit
They was like `Nope.`
Then I went to Jersey, caught me a fuckin flight man
Took my last $500 man
Flew to jersey, asked niggas in Jersey if they liked your shit
They was like `Nope.`
So I said fuck it, I`ma take this nigga motha fuckin head off
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