HAZE Posted June 22 Report Share Posted June 22 Wow, this track is rediculous. It's like 17 minutes long. Game is going at EVERYONE!!!G-UNOT!!!http://s43.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=1RQ8LFSQSFFOE37XVDX3JVWL8WLet me know if/when the link runs out. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
headpusher Posted June 22 Report Share Posted June 22 thanks HAze Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
HAZE Posted June 22 Author Report Share Posted June 22 thanks HAzeNP. You listen to it yet? Shit's crazy. The more I listen to it, the more shit I pick up. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ghhhhhost Posted June 22 Report Share Posted June 22 i like the way skee hooked up the transition from beat to beat....he called olivia a man aaahhaaha...i can vouch for her not being a man....my friends brother hit that back in Bayside HS days Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
nomembername Posted June 22 Report Share Posted June 22 oh god...here we go with ghhhhhhhhhost talking " a friend of a friend's sister's cousin's brother had sex with her...nigga always making up shit so he looks like he's down with the streetscracka ass cracka Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
NOT IN USE Posted June 22 Report Share Posted June 22 anybody got written lyrics for it... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ghhhhhost Posted June 23 Report Share Posted June 23 oh god...here we go with ghhhhhhhhhost talking " a friend of a friend's sister's cousin's brother had sex with her...nigga always making up shit so he looks like he's down with the streetscracka ass cracka u sweat me cause u aint me nigguh Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bxbomb Posted June 23 Report Share Posted June 23 w h i t e y keepin it gangsta Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ladyshady Posted June 23 Report Share Posted June 23 all aside, a 15 min track goin at every1 is pretty unexpected. gangsta.. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
NOT IN USE Posted June 24 Report Share Posted June 24 i like the way skee hooked up the transition from beat to beat....he called olivia a man aaahhaaha...i can vouch for her not being a man....my friends brother hit that back in Bayside HS daysshe was on Saved by the Bell? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
HAZE Posted June 24 Author Report Share Posted June 24 all aside, a 15 min track goin at every1 is pretty unexpected. gangsta..It's not really one track, but a little bit of a bunch of tracks off of this mix tape.Download that, shit is FIRE!!!http://bbs.clubplanet.com/showthread.php?t=274391 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ghhhhhost Posted June 24 Report Share Posted June 24 the hot shit is how skee flips the beats...he spit over the "mothafuckin G's" beat..en fuegoooo Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
nomembername Posted June 24 Report Share Posted June 24 all aside, a 15 min track goin at every1 is pretty unexpected. gangsta..i'd bang you the entire 15 minutes this was playing Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
HAZE Posted June 26 Author Report Share Posted June 26 [iNTRO]My mama took me to Sam Goody'sI wanted to buy a 50 Cent CDI took that shit homeThat shit was wack like a mutha****aDon't **** with GameI like 50 CentHe reminds me SpongebobAnd Tony Yayo is Blues CluesAnd Lloyd Banks is Dora the ExplorerThey're my friendsPsycheI went down one of them Bodaga shits right there in HarlemGot me a bootleg Lloyd Banks and Young Buck CDTook that shit home, put it in my boom boxThought I was bout to be on some radio Raheim shitMan that shit sound like some Vanessa Williams '88I mean Olivia cute but they say that ***** a manSo this Black Wallstreet for life nowGGG-UNOT![GAME]300 Bars and RunninJust loan me your ears for 15 minutesWalk with meHere the breakdown, pass the doja, .45 in the holsterHollow tips'll fold 'em, them *****z they toy soldiersOh, that boy colder than Hova unless he soberLike I'm the president, but this ain't the takeoverNow, there's the speaker, bring your ears a little closerBefore you call this a diss, and you make Hova pissedWhy would I wanna do that? When I'm just the new catThat was taught if a ***** take shots to shoot backDefending his yard, yeah standing his groundI'm saying if you gonna retire, then hand me the crownNah, let Bleek do it, then throw him a concert in Madison squareWatch everybody sleep through itWe can go bar for bar, I'll let the lines speak to 'emWhat they say? Bleek is over let Chris and Neef do itThey say the wrong thing, I'ma smack 'em sillyWhat you thought? Them was the only *****z that rapped in Philly?See them *****z with the soonies leave you wrapped in PhillyThen dash in groups like Beanie Mac in Philly??? said Curtis Jack in PhillyMake a U-turn, I gotta go back to PhillyI forgot my cheese stake, that's what I told the copsSo they wouldn't get the dogs start searching for the glockAnd I can't forget, B.I.G. got murdered by the copsEven I was Ready To Die, when I heard that he was shotWhat's beef? Beef is when I murk you on the spotLabels signing many things, still searching for they PacI put purple on the blockSo I don't feel threatened when Ludacris say he coming for the #1 spotAsk 50, it get lonely on topYou can hate me or love me, but now the cops the only homies he gotWhen it's beef we eat, we win, but we ain't lonely we popYou sell records but a GGG-u not!Acting big on the radio, to me you notYou can ask Mr. CCC who hotTony Yayo I bet 10 G's you flopRun up on that new 300 C you gotStop hoping I fall, hope the bleeding stopAnd I hope you black out before you see the copsI ain't hot top for colors, I'm from Cedar BlockSo I got my hot tops that make your breathing stopI'm a gangsta slash rapper, check your CD shopI'm like Elvis in there, they can't believe you droppedNow I'm moving on up to George and Weezy's spotI picked up where my homeboy Eazy stoppedI saw the west coast, put the shit on my backSprayed Aftermath on it, then loosened the strapIt get hot in here, let Lucifer rapBring hell to *****z when Dre producing a trackTake it to the streets, put the duece duece to your hatThen call up the pigs tell them the rooster's backCall Jadakiss, tell him that duke is backI'm still by your side, no matter who comes strapped**** Lloyd Banks, it ain't about who can rapIt's about when the ??? clap, is rufus back backI see what you thinkin, you want me to die, is that so?Now you left leaning back, thanks to Fat JoeWe got reservations in heaven, you ready? Let's goDrop them off, then ??? the sound like EskoI'm a say ??? if me and Dre talkAll Nas said back was he had a ??? nowNow that's the ulaogy(sp), beef is kinda foolish see*****z running their mouth about what the **** they gon' do to meBut quit the yapping before I proceed to clappingAnd you gon' see the captain with plans of getting me capturedEven behind bars, I'm still gon' shineI'm 10 years younger than Yayo, I get out, I'm fineThen I go right back, ***** I pop minesHow you gon' drop Olivia, you only drop dimesI knew you changed, when you started sleeping in that vest dogI don't need 50 Cent, my *****z make collect calls1-800-split a faggot ***** wigHe got G-Unit wings, throw them off the Queens BridgeNow your career is over, career is overWe in QB, banging CNN in the roverT-O-N-Y, that's the phony NOREYou ain't the talk of New York, your sixteens is boringTake that shit off ???, go back to PCAnd tell 50 Cent you want a copy of Beef 3I'm airing their ass out on DVDYou wanna rhyme like Lloyd Banks repeat after meI'm a G-Unit toy soldierOn Sesame street doing voice overs***** ass ***** need a rhyme dictionary, to rehearse his linesSound like Oscar the Grouch, with them nursery rhymesWe was in the studio, when I first got signedHe got stuck, he called 50 tryna borrow some linesThat's the wrong *****, when you need help with your rhymesAll he gon' tell you is say G-Unit one more timeGot mad cuz I ain't wanna make your beef mineYou got lucky with Ja, why you aint go at Shyne?He freestyled from the pen, that's just the factSaid he'd put you with your mom, and you ain't ****ed with thatThen you lied about your pops, he ain't never bust no capLike Father, Like Son, go ask Busta thatI knew from the beginning I couldn't trust those catsI'd kill 'em all, if I could bring Justo backThe underground is mine, I treat it like homeIt's the reason *****z saying my name like Mike JonesThe underground is mine, I treat it like homeIt's the reason *****z saying my name like Mike JonesThe underground is mine, I treat it like homeIt's the reason *****z saying my name like Mike JonesI saidThe underground is mine, I treat it like homeIt's the reason *****z saying my name like Mike JonesAnd I'm far from Houston but you can chop it and screw itDo whatever to it, put it in the store the shit movingGave 'em a hundred bars, they ain't think I could do itCame with two hundred, ***** this is more than musicEven Dre knew it, that boy hot like summerBoth ??? in the dirt, 300 Bars and RunninAnd I beef with any *****, say my name mutha**** I'm gunnin'You can put it on skee if you want itI'll air you out on Drama King, Mike, or ClueAnd watch them shits sell out like a Air Jordon shoeI told Funk Flex when I catch the ***** Whoo KidWe gon' see if he know how to DJ with bruised ribsDon't hit me on the sidekick asking what you didGet a gun or ask 50's police to use hisCuz Bloods gonna get yaBloods Bloods gonna get ya for that Shadyville chainThat 380 spill brains, when I pop shotsOutside NY, in front of hip-hop copsOr broad day in L.A., I'ma tell Em and DreThis ***** bootlegging my music, ain't nothing for him to sayTook me off my own songs, then put it on his tapesSo I'ma take him out his house, put the beam on his faceDrop him off at Terror Squad, let him scream for the jakesCuz when you ****ing with Jayceon, you can bleed in the lakeFor caking off *****z on them CD's and tapesAsk them to scratch a record, you will see he fakeIf 50 was Puffy, you'd run and go get him a cheese cakeTake the DJ off your name, Mr. Instant replayNot the instant replayI mean the machine that G-Unit use every time 50 on stage singing like*****es only for your shit just a lil bit*****z only for your shit just a lil bitOn my album 50 helped me just a lil bitOnly on two songs, now back to some killer shitMy clips bananas, I kill a gorilla quickBeating on your chest, I see to your death, yepTell Ecko to make him a suitTell Reebok to make him some bootsGet him a head band, to cover the holes in his headHe a dead man for thinking he can walk through muddy waters like RedmanBanks blacked out and let the gun blam without a M-E-T-H-O-D ManSo the lieutenant gotta ask for his stringsTake my advice, never wear air max for the ???Unless you one of the Bloods, or a latin kingCuz if your left with the Aryans your ass will stingAnd your cell mate is a 25 to liferThey will stab you then ??? then **** you on RikersAnd Life Goes OnNow back to the coward of the hour who lied and said he write my songsHe told Vibe Dre was gonna leave me on the shelfSo he gave me all his hits, you should've kept them for yourself***** stop acting tough before I stand over youShow you how The Documentary live on top of The MassacreMake a move I'm blasting your ass go to the last oneTen shots from the Mack empty the rest in the passengerFase yelling thats enough, let the coroner bag him upThrow in Makaveli and lift the doors on the MaganumGun smoking, Fase think I'm locin backing upReverse the '05 hurse on 41st and traffic, whatHip-Hop cops on my left, but I pass 'em upThe Dodge got a hear me( ) in it, Game got a Remy in 'emIn and out of lanes like a New York cabI'm Mr. Ol'( ) King, that New York cabWho'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 JiggaIf he ain't Cube or Pac then who you got?We getting tired of you talkin about who you shotI'll use another six bars to tell you who you notYou ain't 50 Cent, he went out like a gangstaYou went out with Vivica, three months after wankstaGet Rich or Die Tryin, we thought you was hotNow the same ***** wanna take us to the Candy ShopC'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 buzzingSo **** making friends now I'm into throwing slugsOlivia talking about we a family, Game had to go***** I'll smack that ho like I'm Jackie-OCuz I don't wanna be cool, I don't wanna be youI don't wanna shake hands, or wear your G-Unit shoesDon't want you on my hooks, don't wanna be in your groupJust wanna sit here and waitTo be gone, so I can head back to the blockFresh white Nike Airs and the matching socks fittedPull the brim low, if they don't get itBentley Coup on gold daytons, I was the first one with itFour times platinum, I done been there and did itCame in the game and shitted, then wiped my ass with itThey say the Lord givth, if Lord take it awaySo I build a house on top of Hip-Hop, I'll wait for the day*****z hating on me, they don't want Jayceon to playAnd the DA waiting on Jayceon to make a mistakeSo they can put me in the SWAT car and lock me awayGive me a odd job in the pen for minimum payLet me out so I can drive down criminal wayPushing the rock, nah this ain't no subliminal JayThe summer too hot, and I want the winter to stayCuz I'm a cold ***** when I put the pen to the pageSimilar to them shells going into my gaugeI hand 'em off to Dre, he turned them into granadesAnd Just Blaze, cuz the boy got gameLike I close my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chainNow back to reality, my gun and my vestAnd if diamonds are forever, then I'm Kanye WestTake a look at my chest, a hundred thou wet jacobWhole crew got chains, a hundred thou can't break 'emAnd the flow is hot like that wit SatanAnd the only thing I got spinning is DaytonsThe hotter I get the more willing to snake 'emSo soon as the beat drop, watch where I take 'emCompton Swap meet, to get me some All-StarsWhen Game in the house, they call ???Cuz they heard about what went on in D.C.Heard about Hot 97, my beef with 50Now tell me do he got a conscience?I think not, cuz if he did I wouldn't be involved in this nonsenseWouldn't be in Harlem, wouldn't be at this conferenceI'd rather be pushing rock, like ???50 whispered in my ear, like we still bondingWe ain't friends, I'm just acting like Charles BronsonMiddle finger in the air, one hand on my johnsonHip-Hop police on me like I'm the convictWhat happened to the old school? I thought it was rhymingDoug E. Fresh and Dana Day on the corner like CommonNow that ain't common, it's more like Top RamenThe flow is news, I throw it up like vomitAnd I still shine like diamondsThey kicked me out of G-Unit and I rebounded like RodmanIt's still Aftermath, two feet in the pentitionI be mad, I ain't, I'm supposed to stop I can't becauseI'm in the hood politican, Impala ???And I keep a black .45 on the side of my prada denimChip on my shoulder like I'm fresh outta prisonDollar vision, blow a hundred thou like my wallet missingThen re-up like kid before the d-cupContinuously getting money with my feet upChasing the throne, here my black Air ForceI said **** Benzino and got the cover of The SourceFeel me? If not then I guess you gotta kill meBut you ain't gon' do that so mutha****a move backWhile I do B.I.G. and 'Pac impersonations on two tracksWhen I wake the dead, everybody remove hatsWe 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 ASAPThey won't know which hole to patch up, when the ??? clapI tried to spare you Young Buck, now it's time for paybackIt go, how you from Cashville but you ain't got no cash *****?Say my name now that's your ****ing 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-47This ***** playing with his life, I might have to put him in heavenTryna play the game, talking shit up on the stereoPrepare for burial, it's when I'm reincarnating Harry-OAnd you don't want that David cuz you love your lifeGet my Vibe, when it's war he pull out butter knifesMutha****a I'ma show you who the gangstaAll you do is Murder Inc., now who the wanksta?When Suge had you, you were stranded on Tha RowJuve left you for dead and went back to the NO50 heard you on the tour bus and felt your little flowThen he made you temporary replacement for YayoYou a *****, and that's hard to swallowAnd you got robbed for your spinning G-Unit chain in ChicagoI call my ***** Jojo to get it backHe had the shit in his hands, and you ain't had the ten stacksPicture that, I thought we was G-UnitThen you ran and told 50 that I did that shitAsk C-Murder, the boy ain't hard to findI told Monica when I catch him The Boy is MineTake one shot of Brandy and popWatch his panties drop, when I run inside the Candy Shop**** you, 50, Banks, Yayo, and the copsAnd Olivia, I mean for a man she hotNow I'm running out of breath, like I just beat boxedGot 20 bars to go, lay it down like sheet rockDon't worry about the flow, the boy know he hotHurricanes in store November, ***** **** ReeboksI'm fly like a Hummingbird on a tree topThe new Hov, the new B.I.G., the new 'Pac, I need three spots280 in, ain't no getting me backI'm yelling **** the world, on my victory lapRemember first it was Buddens, then it was BleekNow it's whoever mutha****a, yeah, who want beef?Now whenever mutha****a, who wanna see me?In the coffin, body exhausted, resting in peaceYou don't want war *****, you want peaceSo give 'em the peace, capiche (sp?)Let 'em rest in peaceFrom west to east the flow is outdatable, irreplacableLyrical homicide, hell is hot, I'm boxing with SatanAnd I slipped 'em the ace( ) , you cannot replace 'emIf Eazy ever decide to return, I remain JayceonA king in the making, and the throne is for the takingSo I climb the mountain top and put my stake inGot the weight of the world on my shoulderNot a ***** nor a hoodrat ***** can stop me from taking it overThis is crack music, go get the baking soda300 Bars and Runnin, ***** the wait is overI'm gone Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Felix_Leiter Posted June 30 Report Share Posted June 30 this ranks up there as one of the best battle raps ever..right up there with Common "The Bitch in You"50 could never answer that.. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Felix_Leiter Posted June 30 Report Share Posted June 30 i havent been into rap for a long time..can someone please name all the beats dropped in this song??i like that asian kung fu flick sounding one.. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ghhhhhost Posted June 30 Report Share Posted June 30 that asian sounding one is a 50 track ..."just a lil bit" or something... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Felix_Leiter Posted June 30 Report Share Posted June 30 that asian sounding one is a 50 track ..."just a lil bit" or something...u sure?? ill give you the time it plays later.. i cant see it be a ***** beat Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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