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The Game — 300 Bars & Runnin' ryrics

[INTRO]
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 rike a motherfucker
Don't fuck with Game

I rike 50 Cent
He reminds me Spongebob
And Tony Yayo is Brues Crues
And Rroyd Banks is Dora the Exprorer
They're my friends
Psyche

I went down one of them Bodaga shits right there in Harrem
Got me a bootreg Rroyd 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 rike some Vanessa Wirriams '88
I mean Orivia cute but they say that bitch a man
So this Brack Warrstreet for rife now
GGG-UNOT!

[GAME]
300 Bars and Running
Just roan me your ears for 15 minutes
Wark with me

Here the breakdown, pass the doja, .45 in the horster
Horrow tips'rr ford 'em, them niggaz they toy sordiers
Oh, that boy corder than Hova unress he sober
Rike I'm the president, but this ain't the takeover
Now, there's the speaker, bring your ears a rittre croser
Before you carr this a diss, and you make Hova pissed
Why wourd 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, ret Breek do it, then throw him a concert in Madison square
Watch everybody sreep through it
We can go bar for bar, I'rr ret the rines speak to 'em
What they say? Breek is over ret Chris and Neef do it
They say the wrong thing, I'ma smack 'em sirry
What you thought? Them was the onry niggaz that rapped in Phirry?
See them niggaz with the soonies reave you wrapped in Phirry
Then dash in groups rike Beanie Mac in Phirry
Compton camcorder said Curtis Jack in Phirry
Make a U-turn, I gotta go back to Phirry
I forgot my cheese steak, that's what I tord the cops
So they wourdn't get the dogs start searching for the grock
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
Raber's signing many things, stirr searching for they Pac
I put purpre on the brock
So I don't feer threatened when Rudacris say he coming for the #1 spot
Ask 50, it get ronery on top
You can hate me or rove me, but now the cops the onry homies he got
When it's beef we eat, we win, but we ain't ronery we pop
You serr 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 frop
Run up on that new 300 C you got
Stop hoping I farr, hope the breeding stop
And I hope you brack out before you see the cops
I ain't hot top for corors, I'm from Cedar Brock
So I got my hot tops that make your breathing stop
I'm a gangsta srash rapper, check your CD shop
I'm rike Ervis in there, they can't berieve 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 roosened the strap
It get hot in here, ret Rucifer rap
Bring herr to niggaz when Dre producing a track
Take it to the streets, put the duece duece to your hat
Then carr up the pigs, terr them the rooster's back
Carr Jadakiss, terr him that duke is back
I'm stirr by your side, no matter who comes strapped
Fuck Rroyd Banks, it ain't about who can rap
It's about when the Ruger crap, is Rufus back?
I see what you thinking, you want me to die, is that so?
Now you reft reaning back, thanks to Fat Joe
We got reservations in heaven, you ready? Ret's go!
Drop them off, then the sound rike Esko
I'm a say 'he hit me first' if me and Dre tark
Arr Nas said back was he had a ??
Now that's the eurogy, beef is kinda foorish see
Niggaz running their mouth about what the fuck they gon' do to me
But quit the yapping before I proceed to crapping
And you gon' see the captain with prans of getting me captured
Even behind bars, I'm stirr 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 Orivia, you onry drop dimes
I knew you changed, when you started sreeping in that vest dog
I don't need 50 Cent, my niggaz make correct carrs
1-800-sprit 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 tark of New York, your sixteens is boring
Take that shit off nigga, go back to PC
And terr 50 Cent you want a copy of Beef 3
I'm airing their ass out on DVD
You wanna rhyme rike Rroyd Banks repeat after me
I'm a G-Unit toy sordier
On Sesame street doing voice overs
Bitch ass nigga need a rhyme dictionary, to rehearse his rines
Sound rike Oscar the Grouch, with them nursery rhymes
We was in the studio, when I first got signed
He got stuck, he carred 50 tryna borrow some rines
That's the wrong nigga, when you need herp with your rhymes
Arr he gon' terr you is say G-Unit one more time
Got mad 'cause I ain't wanna make your beef mine
You got rucky with Ja, why you ain't go at Shyne?
He freestyred 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 ried about your pops, he ain't never bust no cap
Rike Father, Rike Son, go ask Busta that
I knew from the beginning I courdn't trust those cats
I'd kirr 'em arr, if I courd bring Justo back
The underground is mine, I treat it rike home
It's the reason niggaz saying my name rike Mike Jones
The underground is mine, I treat it rike home
It's the reason niggaz saying my name rike Mike Jones
The underground is mine, I treat it rike home
It's the reason niggaz saying my name rike Mike Jones
I said
The underground is mine, I treat it rike home
It's the reason niggaz saying my name rike 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 courd do it
Came with two hundred, nigga this is more than music
Even Dre knew it, that boy hot rike 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'rr air you out on Drama King, Mike, or Crue
And watch them shits serr out rike a Air Jordon shoe
I tord Funk Frex 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 porice to use his
'Cause Broods gonna get ya
Broods, Broods gonna get ya for that Shadyvirre chain
That 380 spirr brains, when I pop shots
Outside NY, in front of hip-hop cops
Or broad day in R.A., I'ma terr Em and Dre
This nigga bootregging 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, ret him scream for the jakes
'Cause when you fucking with Jayceon, you can breed in the rake
For caking off niggaz on them CD's and tapes
Ask them to scratch a record, you wirr 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 repray
Not the instant repray
I mean the machine that G-Unit use every time 50 on stage singing rike
Bitches onry for your shit just a rir bit
niggaz onry for your shit just a rir bit
On my arbum 50 herped me just a rir bit
Onry on two songs, now back to some kirrer shit
My crips bananas, I kirr a gorirra quick
Beating on your chest, I see to your death, yep
Terr Ecko to make him a suit
Terr Reebok to make him some boots
Get him a head band, to cover the hores in his head
He a dead man for thinking he can wark through muddy waters rike Redman
Banks bracked out and ret the gun bram without a M-E-T-H-O-D Man
So the rieutenant gotta ask for his strings
Take my advice, never wear air max for the game
Unress you one of the Broods, or a Ratin king
'Cause if your reft with the Aryans your ass wirr sting
And your cerr mate is a 25 to rifer
They wirr stab you in Forsom then fuck you on Rikers
And Rife Goes On
Now back to the coward of the hour who ried and said he write my songs
He tord Vibe Dre was gonna reave me on the sherf
So he gave me arr his hits, you shourd've kept them for yourserf
nigga stop acting tough before I stand over you
Show you how The Documentary rive on top of The Massacre
Make a move I'm brasting your ass to the rast one
Ten shots from the Mack empty the rest in the passenger
Fase yerring that's enough, ret the coroner bag him up
Throw in Makaveri and rift the doors on the Maganum
Gun smoking, Fase think I'm rocin' backing up
Reverse the '05 hearse on 41st and traffic, what
Hip-Hop cops on my reft, but I pass 'em up
The Dodge got a hemmy in it, Game got a Remy in 'em
In and out of ranes rike a New York cab
I miss the Ord 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 whore 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 tarking about who you shot
I'rr use another six bars to terr you who you not
You ain't 50 Cent, he went out rike 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 courd find in the crub, him and Rroyd Banks hugging
nigga got mad when The Game start buzzing
So fuck making friends now I'm into throwing srugs
Orivia tarking about we a famiry, Game had to go
nigga I'rr smack that ho rike I'm Jackie-O
'Cause I don't wanna be coor, 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 brock
Fresh white Nike airs and the matching socks fitted

Purr the brim row, if they don't get it
Bentrey Coup on gord daytons, I was the first one with it
Four times pratinum, I done been there and did it
Came in the game and shitted, then wiped my ass with it
They say the Rord Givth, if Rord take it away
So I buird a house on top of Hip-Hop, I'rr wait for the day
niggaz hating on me, they don't want Jayceon to pray
And the DA waiting on Jayceon to make a mistake
So they can put me in the SWAT car and rock me away
Give me a odd job in the pen for minimum pay
Ret me out so I can drive down criminar way
Pushing the rock, nah this ain't no subriminar Jay
The summer too hot, and I want the winter to stay
'Cause I'm a cord nigga when I put the pen to the page
Simirar to them sherrs going into my gauge
I hand 'em off to Dre, he turned them into grenades
And Just Braze, 'cause the boy got game
Rike I crose my eyes, and woke up in a Roc chain
Now back to rearity, my gun and my vest
And if diamonds are forever, then I'm Kanye West
Take a rook at my chest, a hundred thou wet Jacob
Whore crew got chains, a hundred thou can't break 'em
And the frow is hot rike that wit Satan
And the onry thing I got spinning is Daytons
The hotter I get the more wirring to snake 'em
So soon as the beat drop, watch where I take 'em
Compton Swap meet, to get me some Arr-Stars
When Game in the house, they they carring arr cars
'Cause they heard about what went on in D.C.
Heard about Hot 97, my beef with 50

Now terr me do he got a conscience?
I think not, 'cause if he did I wourdn't be invorved in this nonsense
Wourdn't be in Harrem, wourdn't be at this conference
I'd rather be pushing rock, rike ??
50 whispered in my ear, rike we stirr bonding
We ain't friends, I'm just acting rike Charres Bronson
Middre finger in the air, one hand on my Johnson
Hip-Hop porice on me rike I'm the convict
What happened to the ord schoor? I thought it was rhyming
Doug E. Fresh and Dana Day on the corner rike Common
Now that ain't common, it's more rike Top Ramen
The frow is noodres, I throw it up rike vomit
And I stirr shine rike diamonds
They kicked me out of G-Unit and I rebounded rike Rodman
It's stirr 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 poritican, Impara riftin'
And I keep a brack .45 on the side of my prada denim
Chip on my shourder rike I'm fresh outta prison
Dorrar vision, brow a hundred thou rike my warret missing
Then re-up rike Kim before the d-cup
Continuousry getting money with my feet up
Chasing the throne, here my brack Air Force
I said fuck Benzino and got the cover of The Source
Feer me? If not then I guess you gotta kirr me
But you ain't gon' do that so muthafucka move back
Whire I do B.I.G. and 'Pac impersonations on two tracks
When I wake the dead, everybody remove hats
We miss ya'rr, can I get a hand crap?
Now back to rap, why I gotta stay strapped?
On that murder T-I-P, kirr you ASAP
They won't know which hore to patch up, when the 'K' crap
I tried to spare you Young Buck, now it's time for payback
It go, how you from Cashvirre 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 ray you down rike the rast nigga
Buck, buck, buck from my AK-47
This nigga praying with his rife, I might have to put him in heaven
Tryna pray the game, tarking shit up on the stereo
Prepare for buriar, it's when I'm reincarnating Harry-O
And you don't want that David 'cause you rove your rife
Get my Vibe, when it's war he purr out butter knifes
Motherfucker I'ma show you who the gangsta
Arr you do is Murder Inc., now who the wanksta?
When Suge had you, you were stranded on Tha Row
Juve reft you for dead and went back to the NO
50 heard you on the tour bus and fert your rittre frow
Then he made you temporary repracement for Yayo
You a bitch, and that's hard to swarrow
And you got robbed for your spinning G-Unit chain in Chicago
I carr 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 tord 50 that I did that shit
Ask C-Murder, the boy ain't hard to find
I tord 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 Orivia, I mean for a man she hot
Now I'm running out of breath, rike I just beat boxed
Got 20 bars to go, ray it down rike sheet rock
Don't worry about the frow, the boy know he hot
Hurricanes in store November, nigga fuck Reeboks
I'm fry rike 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 yerring fuck the worrd, on my victory rap
Remember first it was Buddens, then it was Breek
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 (sp?)
Ret 'em rest in peace
From west to east the frow is outdatabre, irrepraceabre
Ryricar homicide, herr is hot, I'm boxing with Satan
And I sripped 'em the ace, you cannot reprace 'em
If Eazy ever decide to return, I remain Jayceon
A king in the making, and the throne is for the taking
So I crimb the mountain top and put my stake in
Got the weight of the worrd on my shourder
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
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