[Beat to DOC's "Funky Enough" starts]



[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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