Game Buddens Lyrics

[Game Talking]

we got a problem Houston, not Marques Houston or his little rapping side kick, we got a real m____ f___in' problem, and its only gonna be one of these songs, after that ima knock your m____ f___in' a__ out

[Verse 1]

b____ n____s get put in the coffin with all that psychopath talking, you listening to the source and I ain't from boston, I'm gang banging, red G-6's call em' how I see em', these n____s is b____es, and clue put this n____ on a song and now its g-unit, and I came to get it on, you ain't hot, n____ you luke warm, ill hog tie your a__ with g-unit shoes on, you had pump it up that was a cool song, you only sold 10 records n____ now move on, talking 'bout you got ratchets and tools on when you was at the all-star game with no jewels on, I cant believe I gave you dap, with the 45 on me I should of gave you that, pistol whipped you laid you flat, jump off buddens nah, disgrace to a yankee hat, and its time to state my biz, only n____ pushing rock in jersey is jason kidd, you a phony n____ I'll erase your wig, have you running to the church like Masen did.

[Chorus]

Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens, Buddens

[Verse 2]

you don't know me fool, to diss me on dj clue, I don't need no a__istance to dig you a ditch, and any problem I got I just put my clip in, you fake like janet's t__ty, one call 300 bloods in atlantic city, you bad boy then dance like diddy, I give celebrity beat downs, I bring the camera with me, on that mixtape s___ you knew my man was 50, and I keep something chrome in the tanish d___eys, smoke n____s like a gram of sticky, and I know my way to harlem ill take you to bransons with me, come to Compton you'll vanish quickly, I got n____s in the hood that'll kill you for a can of mickey's, gangs in L.A. we never die, and we'll let hollow tips fly at Joe

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

I drive through the desert storm kick up dust, red and blue rags hanging out of pick up trucks, get banks on the phone, n____ hit young buck, tell em' we got a problem with this dumb f___, you was just in the city of angels in the W lobby in the presence of gangsters, I'm the n____ that'll beat you with the stainless and leave you alive so you can run and tell stain b____, I got n____s in jersey that'll hang you, im a los angeles king with new york rangers, and you lucky yayo got that beeper on his ankle, joe buddens the true definition of a w___ster

[Chorus]

[Game Talking]

this n____ try to act like he ain't know what the f___ he was doing, you knew what you was doing n____, stop lying to the f___in' people n____, gone jump on a freestyle n____ on that fly s___, try to diss g-unit n____, and im on the f___in' first verse, you aint slick n____, I caught that s___ like a m____ f___in' greg maddox fast ball n____, 50 get dre on the phone, see if that n____ remember what joe buddens second single was, cuz I don't. I took a survey in the hood n____, went to the projects asked b____es if they feeling your s___, they was like no, haha, I went to the hood asked n____s if they was feeling your s___, they was like no, than I went to jersey, caught me a f___in flight man took my last 500 dollars man, flew to jersey, asked n____s in jersey if they like your s___, they was like no, so I said f___ it, ima take this n____ m____ f___in head off, blackwall street, aftermath, g-g-g-g-unit, you know what it is n____ and you know where to find me