[INTRO]
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My mama took me to Sam Goody's
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I wanted to buy a 50 Cent CD
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I took that shit home
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That shit was wack like a muthafucka
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Don't fuck with Game
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I like 50 Cent
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He reminds me Spongebob
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And Tony Yayo is Blues Clues
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And Lloyd Banks is Dora the Explorer
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They're my friends
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Psyche
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I went down one of them Bodaga shits right there in Harlem
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Got me a bootleg Lloyd Banks and Young Buck CD
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Took that shit home, put it in my boom box
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Thought I was bout to be on some radio Raheim shit
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Man that shit sound like some Vanessa Williams '88
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I mean Olivia cute but they say that bitch a man
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So this Black Wallstreet for life now
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GGG-UNOT!
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[GAME]
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300 Bars and Runnin
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Just loan me your ears for 15 minutes
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Walk with me
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Here the breakdown, pass the doja,.45 in the holster
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Hollow tips'll fold 'em, them *****z they toy soldiers
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Oh, that boy colder than Hova unless he sober
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Like I'm the president, but this ain't the takeover
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Now, there's the speaker, bring your ears a little closer
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Before you call this a diss, and you make Hova pissed
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Why would I wanna do that? When I'm just the new cat
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That was taught if a ***** take shots to shoot back
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Defending his yard, yeah standing his ground
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I'm saying if you gonna retire, then hand me the crown
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Nah, let Bleek do it, then throw him a concert in Madison square
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Watch everybody sleep through it
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We can go bar for bar, I'll let the lines speak to 'em
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What they say? Bleek is over let Chris and Neef do it
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They say the wrong thing, I'ma smack 'em silly
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What you thought? Them was the only *****z that rapped in Philly?
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See them *****z with the soonies leave you wrapped in Philly
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Then dash in groups like Beanie Mac in Philly
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?? said Curtis Jack in Philly
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Make a U-turn, I gotta go back to Philly
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I forgot my cheese stake, that's what I told the cops
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So they wouldn't get the dogs start searching for the glock
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And I can't forget, B.I.G. got murdered by the cops
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Even I was Ready To Die, when I heard that he was shot
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What's beef? Beef is when I murk you on the spot
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Labels signing many things, still searching for they Pac
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I put purple on the block
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So I don't feel threatened when Ludacris say he coming for the #1 spot
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Ask 50, it get lonely on top
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You can hate me or love me, but now the cops the only homies he got
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When it's beef we eat, we win, but we ain't lonely we pop
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You sell records but a GGG-u not!
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Acting big on the radio, to me you not
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You can ask Mr. CCC who hot
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Tony Yayo I bet 10 G's you flop
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Run up on that new 300 C you got
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Stop hoping I fall, hope the bleeding stop
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And I hope you black out before you see the cops
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I ain't hot top for colors, I'm from Cedar Block
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So I got my hot tops that make your breathing stop
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I'm a gangsta slash rapper, check your CD shop
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I'm like Elvis in there, they can't believe you dropped
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Now I'm moving on up to George and Weezy's spot
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I picked up where my homeboy Eazy stopped
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I saw the west coast, put the shit on my back
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Sprayed Aftermath on it, then loosened the strap
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It get hot in here, let Lucifer rap
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Bring hell to *****z when Dre producing a track
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Take it to the streets, put the duece duece to your hat
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Then call up the pigs, tell them the rooster's back
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Call Jadakiss, tell him that duke is back
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I'm still by your side, no matter who comes strapped
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Fuck Lloyd Banks, it ain't about who can rap
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It's about when the ?? clap, is rufus back
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I see what you thinkin, you want me to die, is that so?
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Now you left leaning back, thanks to Fat Joe
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We got reservations in heaven, you ready? Let's go
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Drop them off, then the sound like Esko
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I'm a say ?? if me and Dre talk
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All Nas said back was he had a ??
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Now that's the eulogy, beef is kinda foolish see
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*****z running their mouth about what the fuck they gon' do to me
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But quit the yapping before I proceed to clapping
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And you gon' see the captain with plans of getting me captured
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Even behind bars, I'm still gon' shine
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I'm 10 years younger than Yayo, I get out, I'm fine
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Then I go right back, ***** I pop mines
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How you gon' drop Olivia, you only drop dimes
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