300 bars & runnin'

my mama took me to sam goody's

i wanted to buy a 50 cent cd

i took that shit home

that shit was wack like a motherfucker

don't fuck with game

i like 50 cent

he reminds me 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 shit home

put it in my boom box

thought i was 'bout to be on some radio raheim shit

man that shit sound like some vanessa williams '88

i mean olivia cute but they say that bitch a man

so this black wallstreet for life now

ggg-unot!

300 bars and running

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 niggaz they toy soldiers

oh

that boy colder than hova unless he sober

like i'm the president

but this ain't the takeover

now

there's the speaker

bring your ears a little closer

before you call this a diss

and you make hova pissed

why would i wanna do that? when i'm just the new cat

that was taught if a nigga take shots to shoot back

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 niggaz that rapped in philly?

see them niggaz with the soonies leave you wrapped in philly

then dash in groups like beanie mac in philly

compton camcorder 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

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

label's 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 shit on my back

sprayed aftermath on it

then loosened the strap

it get hot in here

let lucifer rap

bring hell to niggaz 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

i'm still by your side

no matter who comes strapped

fuck lloyd banks

it ain't about who can rap

it's about when the ruger clap

is rufus back?

i see what you thinking

you want me to die

is that so?

now you left leaning back

thanks to fat joe

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?

now that's the eulogy

beef is kinda foolish see

niggaz running their mouth about what the fuck 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

nigga 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 niggaz make collect calls

1-800-split a faggot nigga 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 capone and nore

you ain't the talk of new york

your sixteens is boring

take that shit off nigga

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

i'm a g-unit toy soldier

on sesame street doing voice overs

bitch ass nigga 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 nigga

when you need help with your rhymes

all he gon' tell you is say g-unit one more time

got mad 'cause i ain't wanna make your beef mine

you got lucky with ja

why you ain't 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 fucked 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 niggaz saying my name like mike jones

the underground is mine

i treat it like home

it's the reason niggaz saying my name like mike jones

the underground is mine

i treat it like home

it's the reason niggaz saying my name like mike jones

i said

the underground is mine

i treat it like home

it's the reason niggaz saying my name like mike jones

and i'm far from houston but you can chop it and screw it

do whatever to it

but it in the store the shit moving

gave 'em a hundred bars

they ain't think i could do it

came with two hundred

nigga this is more than music

even dre knew it

that boy hot like summer

both feet in the dirt

300 bars and running

and i beef with any nigga

say my name muthafuck 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 nigga 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

'cause bloods gonna get ya

bloods

bloods gonna get ya 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 nigga bootlegging my music

ain't nothing for him to say

took me off my own songs

then put it on his tapes

so i'ma take him out his house

put the beam on his face

drop him off at terror squad

let him scream for the jakes

'cause when you fucking with jayceon

you can bleed in the lake

for caking off niggaz 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

bitches only for your shit just a lil bit

niggaz only for your shit just a lil bit

on my album 50 helped me just a lil bit

only on two songs

now back to some killer shit

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 without a m-e-t-h-o-d man

so the lieutenant gotta ask for his strings

take my advice

never wear air max for the game

unless you one of the bloods

or a latin king

'cause if your left with the aryans your ass will sting

and your cell mate is a 25 to lifer

they will stab you in folsom then fuck 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

nigga 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 mack empty the rest in the passenger

fase yelling that's 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 hearse 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 miss the old king

that new york had

who's this fake nigga

on pictures with the jake nigga?

got his crew starving 'cause he ain't the whole cake

nigga

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 talking 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

get rich or die trying

we thought you was hot

now the same nigga 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

nigga got mad when the game start buzzing

so fuck making friends now i'm into throwing slugs

olivia talking about we a family

game had to go

nigga i'll smack that ho like i'm jackie-o

'cause 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 coup 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 givth

if lord take it away

so i build a house on top of hip-hop

i'll wait for the day

niggaz 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

'cause i'm a cold nigga 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

'cause the boy got game

like i close my eyes

and woke up in a roc chain

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 they calling all cars

'cause 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

'cause 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?

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 paint

shit

i be mad

i ain't

i'm supposed to stop i can't because

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

continuously getting money with my feet up

chasing the throne

here my black air force

i said fuck 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 muthafucka 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

it go

how you from cashville but you ain't got no cash nigga?

say my name now that's your fucking ass nigga

kept your mouth shut and i gave you a pass nigga

now i gotta lay you down like the last nigga

buck

buck

buck from my ak-47

this nigga playing with his life

i might have to put him in heaven

tryna play the game

talking shit up on the stereo

prepare for burial

it's when i'm reincarnating harry-o

and you don't want that david 'cause you love your life

get my vibe

when it's war he pull out butter knifes

motherfucker i'ma show you who the gangsta

all you do is murder inc. now who the wanksta?

when suge had you

you were stranded on tha row

juve left you for dead and went back to the no

50 heard you on the tour bus and felt your little flow

then he made you temporary replacement for yayo

you a bitch

and that's hard to swallow

and you got robbed for your spinning g-unit chain in chicago

i call my nigga jojo to get it back

he had the shit 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 shit

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

fuck you

50

banks

yayo

and the cops

and olivia

i mean for a man she hot

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

nigga fuck 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 fuck the world

on my victory lap

remember first it was buddens

then it was bleek

now it's whoever motherfucker

yeah

who want beef?

now whenever motherfucker

who wanna see me?

in the coffin

body exhausted

resting in peace

you don't want war nigga

you want peace

so give 'em the peace

capiche

let 'em rest in peace

from west to east the flow is outdatable

irreplaceable

lyrical homicide

hell is hot

i'm boxing with satan

and i slipped 'em the ace

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 nigga nor a hood rat bitch can stop me from taking it over

this is crack music

go get the baking soda

300 bars and running

nigga the wait is over

i'm gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone