Joe Budden - Game Over (G-Unit Diss) lyrics

{*Beat to DOC's "Funky Enough" starts*} [Joe Budden] Ohh! Oh yeah you f**in f*ggot (okay) (Haha) You f**in' f*ggot, Game You only a replacement till' Yayo come home, n***a Game Over n***a This not real, only got 8 months before The 5 Hearbeat run is over n***a Stop that singin' sh**, 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 Your sound's type trash, Tell Banks 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**h, probly sleep in a gown and nightcap Got a big chrome friend that I tuck along with me And I brung that since you like +s**in on 50's+ You's not Big and Pac, not East vs. West n***a, this is least vs. best Wack west n***a from a sideblock, meanwhile Against dude that fills an iPod with just freestyles Let's do the math You ain't sold sh**, 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 Ca**idy, 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** Image for the public, but live none of it Scared to speak street cuz he scared so he dap on some love sh** Then get in the booth on some thug sh** (naw) Go and put you in a verse n***a, this 4 will put you in a hearse Now the hands 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, Gem to the Star Wanna play Kaiser Soze, BLAM! n***a, limp to your car This f*g can't be for real, he gettin' at me? He 'gone need more of a shield than Vic Mackie (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 Skane I'm just trying to save your rep Your not a rapper, you asked, they gas 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 k**ed 100 red dots on you if you wanna be a blood for real, mu' f**a [Joe Budden] Yeah! And that's it man Game f**in' over, I ain't gone keep doin this sh** back and forth 50 stop sendin' your lil' f**in wack a** pawns And come holla at a real n***a man The n***a's a**, f** him, f** Game, f** Banks, Buck And any of them other n***as Curtis tryin' to send over this way f** the whole mother f**in' G-Unit, a.k.a. the mother f**in 5 Heartbeats f**in' Banks, Buck, Yayo, Game and f**in' Curtis, the singin' a** n***a NIGHTS LIKE THIS! haha f** outta here man You know where I'm at, and you know where to get at me, n***a And I heard the lil slick sh** in the beginning of your sh** Bout you gone punch n***as 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*}