fan 4ever

Thanx man! :2thumbs:

Common - Be Intro Got the album the other day...LOVE IT! DOPE CD!

Yo Brakes...When do you think you will have more news on this man?

I'm down with this man! 4 sure! Just tell us more about it! :2thumbs:

I loved that "Just a lil bit" part in this song...he rips it! :kool:

That sounds dope man! Thanx 4 putting it up! I might even download it!

That is great news! Thanx 4 posting it man!! Will has done it again! :wink:

check the JJFP forum..aj did one! :wiggle:

Thanx! Never saw that second one!

I've already posted the lyrics...why do it again?? :hmm:

What does he say about FP?

:lolsign:

If only Will and Jazzy saw this poll! :wiggle:

Who are you to make a post like this? Tim runs this forum so he makes up the "rules"! There are no rules for this forum...period! It is however Tim want's it to be! You just have to keep in mind that people can download from this forum whatever they like! Don't come here with no "new" rules "old" rules crap! :mad:

Thanx man! It sounds dope!

For the peeps who have been looking for the lyrics..here they are! I found them on the Nas board! _____________________________________________________ [iNTRO] My mama took me to Sam Goody's I wanted to buy a 50 Cent CD I took that **** home That **** was wack like a mutha***** I **** 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 **** right there in Harlem Got me a bootleg Lloyd Banks and Young Buck CD Took that **** home, put it in my boom box Thought I was bout to be on some radio Raheim **** Man that **** sound like some Vanessa Williams '88 I mean Olivia cute but they say that ***** a man So this Black Wallstreet for life now GGG-UNOT! [GAME] 300 Bars and Runnin 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 ***** 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 ***** 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 ****** that rapped in Philly? See them ****** with the soonies leave you wrapped in Philly Then dash in groups like Beanie Mac in Philly ??? said Curtis Jack in Philly Make a U-turn, I gotta go back to Philly I forgot my cheese stake, 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 Labels 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 **** on my back Sprayed Aftermath on it, then loosened the strap It get hot in here, let Lucifer rap Bring hell to ****** 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 **** Lloyd Banks, it ain't about who can rap It's about when the ??? clap, is rufus back I see what you thinkin, 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 ??? if me and Dre talk All Nas said back was he had a ??? Now that's the eulogy, beef is kinda foolish see ****** running their mouth about what the **** 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, ***** 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 ***** make collect calls 1-800-split a faggot 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 the phony NORE You ain't the talk of New York, your sixteens is boring Take that **** off ???, 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 ***** ass ***** 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 *****, when you need help with your rhymes All he gon' tell you is say G-Unit one more time Got mad cuz I ain't wanna make your beef mine You got lucky with Ja, why you aint 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 **** 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 ***** saying my name like Mike Jones The underground is mine, I treat it like home It's the reason ***** saying my name like Mike Jones The underground is mine, I treat it like home It's the reason ***** saying my name like Mike Jones I said The underground is mine, I treat it like home It's the reason ***** 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 **** moving Gave 'em a hundred bars, they ain't think I could do it Came with two hundred, ***** this is more than music Even Dre knew it, that boy hot like summer Both ??? in the dirt, 300 Bars and Runnin And I beef with any *****, say my name ********** 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 **** sell out like a Air Jordon shoe I told Funk Flex when I catch the ***** 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 Cuz 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 ***** 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 Cuz when you **** with Jayceon, you can bleed in the lake For caking off ***** 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 *****es only feel your **** just a lil bit ****** only feel your **** just a lil bit On my album 50 helped me just a lil bit Only on two songs, now back to some killer **** 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 Reebock 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 ??? Unless you one of the Bloods, or a latin king Cuz if your left with the Aryans your ass will sting And your cell mate is a 25 to lifer They will stab you then ??? then **** 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 ***** 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 thats 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 hurse 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'm Mr. Ol' King, that New York cab Who'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 Jigga If he ain't Cube or Pac then who you got? We getting tired of you talkin 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 Tryin, we thought you was hot Now the same ***** 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 ***** got mad when The Game start buzzing So **** making friends now I'm into throwing slugs Olivia talking about we a family, Game had to go ***** I'll smack that ho like I'm Jackie-O Cuz 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 ****, 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 ***** 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 Cuz I'm a cold ***** 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 granades And Just Blaze, cuz 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 call ??? Cuz 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, cuz 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 news, 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 pentition I be mad, I ain't, I'm supposed to stop I can't because I'm in the hood politican, Impala ??? 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 kid before the d-cup Continuously getting money with my feet up Chasing the throne, here my black Air Force I said **** 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 ******* 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 ??? 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 *****? Say my name now that's your ******* 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-47 This ***** playing with his life, I might have to put him in heaven Tryna play the game, talking **** up on the stereo Prepare for burial, it's when I'm reincarnating Harry-O And you don't want that David cuz you love your life Get my Vibe, when it's war he pull out butter knifes ********** 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 *****, and that's hard to swallow And you got robbed for your spinning G-Unit chain in Chicago I call my ***** Jojo to get it back He had the **** 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 **** 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 **** 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, ***** **** Reebocks 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 **** the world, on my victory lap Remember first it was Buddens, then it was Bleek Now it's whoever ********, yeah, who want beef? Now whenever *********, who wanna see me? In the coffin, body exhausted, resting in peace You don't want war *****, you want peace So give 'em the peace, capiche (sp?) Let 'em rest in peace From west to east the flow is outdatable, irreplacable 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 ***** nor a hoodrat ***** can stop me from taking it over This is crack music, go get the baking soda 300 Bars and Runnin, ***** the wait is over I'm gone

I use WM media recorder! I've donwloaded the demo version but i found the key to register it! :wiggle:

Game - 300 Bars and running!

:lolsign: Yeah that gotta hurt!

Thanx man! I have been looking for this! Not a game fan...but i like it when somebody get's at those G-unit fools! Even if it is the game! So thanx 4 posting! :2thumbs:

:word: I feel you on that man!

Everybody who comes to this forum can acces this part! Even the non-members! Or am I wrong here Tim?

Major propz on this guys! That show was dope! Jeff is the best that ever did it man! No doubt! I've recorded it, but it's about 59 MB! I can upload it, but that would take a lot of time...just ask me and i'll do it! :wiggle:

Eminem ain't no legend! :shakehead: He's been in the game for a couple years only! LL Cool J, Rakim, FP, Public Enemy, Run DMC, those people are legends!

I agree. But as much as this message board dosen't want to hear this his flow on Mr. Nice Guy is something like Eminems.But anyway Em stole Wills style on his early comedic songs like "my name is" and never gave Will any credit. ← How can Will sound like Eminem if Will has been making songs for a longer time than Eminem? :hmm: If you ask me, Em sounds like Will!