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joe budden – game over (g-unit diss) lyrics

[beat to doc’s “funky enough” starts]

[joe budden]
ohh! oh yeah you f-ckin f-ggot (okay)
(haha) you f-ckin’ f-ggot, game
you only a replacement till’ yayo come home, n-gg-
game over n-gg-
this not real, only got 8 months before the 5 hearbeat run is over n-gg-
stop that singin’ sh-t, and you better be over f-ggot

[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 b-tch, 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
n-gg-, this is least vs. best
wack west n-gg- from a sideblock, meanwhile
get dude to fill an ipod with just freestyles
let’s do the math
you ain’t sold sh-t, 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 c-ssidy, 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 sh-t
image for the public, believe none of it
scared to speak street cuz he scared so he dap on some love sh-t
then get in the booth on some thug sh-t (naw)
go and put you in a verse
n-gg-, this 4 will put you in a he-rs-
now the ganj will put you in the dirt
cuz guns is like soap on a rope, it took a f-g to start usin’ ’em first
a to the k, jim to the starr
wanna play god (?) say blam! n-gg-, limp to your car
this f-g 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’ f-cka

[joe budden]
yeah! and that’s it man
game f-ckin’ over, i ain’t gone keep doin this sh-t back and forth
50 stop sendin’ your lil’ f-ckin wack -ss p-wns
and come holla at a real n-gg- man
the n-gg-‘s -ss, f-ck him, f-ck game, f-ck banks, buck
and any of them other n-gg-z curtis tryin’ to send over this way
f-ck the whole mother f-ckin’ g-unit, a.k.a. the mother f-ckin 5 heartbeats
f-ckin’ banks, buck, yayo, game and f-ckin’ curtis, the singin’ -ss n-gg-
nice like this! haha
f-ck outta here man
you know where i’m at, and you know where to get at me, n-gg-
and i heard the lil slick sh-t in the beginning of your sh-t
bout you gone punch n-gg-z 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

[music fades]

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