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the game – buddens(joe budden diss) lyrics

-game talkin-
(pshh) we got a problem houston…
not marcus houston, or his lil’ rappin side kick
we got a real motha f-ckin problem…
and theres only gonna be one of these songs,
after that i’ma knock your motha f-ckin -ss out…

-verse 1-
b-tch n-gg-s get put in a coffin
with all that psychopath talkin
you listenin to da source, and i ain’t from boston
i’m gang bangin, red g-6’s
call ’em how i see em, these n-gg-s is b-tches
and clue put this n-gg- on a song
now it’s g-unit and i came to get it on
you ain’t hot, n-gg- you luke warm
i’ll hog tie your -ss wit g-unit shoes on
you had pump it up, that was a cool song
you only sold 10 records n-gg- now move on
talkin bout you got ratchets and twos on
when you was at the allstar game wit no jewels on
i cant believe i gave you dap
wit da 45 on me, i should’ve gave you dat
pistol whipped you, layed you flat
jumped off buddens, nah a disgrace for a yankee hat
and it’s time to state my biz
only n-gg- pushin rock in jersey is jason kidd
you a phony n-gg-, i erase your wit
have you runnin to da church like mase done did.

buddens, buddens, buddens
buddens, buddens, buddens
buddens, buddens, buddens
buddens, buddens, buddens
buddens, buddens, buddens
buddens, buddens, buddens
buddens, buddens, buddens
buddens, buddens, buddens

you don’t know me..fool
to dis me on dj..clue
i don’t need no -ssistance
to dig you a ditch and
any problem i got, i just put my clip in
you fake like janet’s t-tty
one call, 300 bloods at atlantic city
you bad boy then dance like diddy
i give celebrity beat downs, i bring da camera wit me
on dat mixtape sh-t, you know my man was 50
and i keep some chrome in da tanish d-ckies
smoke n-gg- like a gram of sticky
and i know my way to harlem, i’d take you to branstons wit me
come to compton, you’ll vanish quickly
i got n-gg-s in da hood dat’ll kill you for a can of migee’s
gangs of l.a. we never die..
and we’ll let hollow tips fly at joe..

i drive through da desert storm, kick up dust
red and blue rags hanging outta pick up trucks
get banks on da phone, n-gg- hit young buck
tell him we got a problem wit dis dumb f-ck
you was just in da city of angels
in da w lobby, in da presence of gangstas
i’m da n-gg- dat’ll beat you wit da stainless
and leave you alive so you can run and tell skane (b-tch)
i got n-gg-s in jersey, dat’ll hang you
i’ma los angeles king, wit new york rangers
and you lucky yayo got dat beeper in his ankle
joe buddens da true definition of a w-ngsta

-game talking-
dis n-gg- try and act like he ain’t know wat da f-ck he was doin
you knew what you was doin n-gg-
stop lying to da f-ckin people n-gg-
go jump on a freestyle, n-gg-s on dat fly sh-t
try to dis g-unit n-gg-
and i’m on da f-ckin first verse
you ain’t slick n-gg-
i caught dat sh-t like a mother f-ckin
gregg mayers fastball n-gg-
50 get dre on da phone
see if dat n-gg- remember what joe buddens 2nd single was
cause i don’t
i took a survey in da hood n-gg-, went to da projects
asked b-tches if they was feelin your sh-t
they was like “nope.”
went to da hood, asked n-gg-s if they was feelin your sh-t
they was like “nope.”
then i went to jersey, caught me a f-ckin flight man
took my last $500 man
flew to jersey, asked n-gg-s in jersey if they liked your sh-t
they was like “nope.”
so i said f-ck it, i’ma take this n-gg- motha f-ckin head off
blackwallstreet, aftermath, g-g-g-g-unit
u know wat it is n-gg-, and u know where to find me…

- the game lyrics

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