Game Over (G-Unit Diss) Joe Budden

{*Beat to DOC's "Funky Enough" starts*}

[Intro]
Ohh! Oh yeah you fuckin faggot (okay)
(Haha) You fuckin' faggot, Game
You only a replacement till' Yayo come home, nigga
Game Over nigga
This not real, only got 8 months before The 5 Hearbeat run is over nigga
Stop that singin' shit, and you better be over Faggot

[Verse]
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 bitch, 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 +suckin on 50's+
You's not Big and Pac, not East vs. West
Nigga, this is least vs. best
Wack west nigga from a sideblock, meanwhile
Against dude that fills an iPod with just freestyles
Let's do the math
You ain't sold shit, and I sold 500K more than that,
Heard your diss track but I ain't even play all that
Because I just seen dude, he ain't say all that
Was in the same hotel, if dude wanted to do me
I'd have been Cassidy, 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 shit
Image for the public, but live none of it
Scared to speak street cuz he scared so he dap on some love shit
Then get in the booth on some thug shit (naw)
Go and put you in a verse
Nigga, 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 fag to start usin' 'em first
A to the K, Gem to the Star
Wanna play Kaiser Soze, BLAM! nigga, limp to your car
This fag can't be for real, he gettin' at me?
He 'gone need more of a shield than Vic Mackie
Not real or down [?] pound and all he get was pound and we was at kids town
This clown, y'all he's a fag, son
Then he pulled out like child so we could see he had one, wait!
Don't think that he was hard when he did it (He wasn't) 'cause they made sure that he was in a car when he did it
Back to the tale Game tired to bag what was left but that's after me, Sam, [?] and Fab left, wait!
He was loney, I put it together, Game
Got no song or face they could put together, Game
I asked if it's beef but he stayed relaxin', now that's what I'm callin' a delayed reaction, Game!
Now tell me who the wanksta is
Dog I saved you on Clue and this the thanks I get
That verse was suspect, Game, ass just a little
(Now) Why you think we kept your wack ass in the middle, Game!
Now is this what the people yearn to
Look at what the phrase gangsta rap was turned to
Beef for buzz no strategy in that now ask 50 what size battery's in your back, geah
Next time don't be a coward about it
Just get loud when it's crowded, 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
Fear no evil, I hear the people, they ask and I tell 'em I got your career on TiVo
And if the song's so true and y'all be poppin' them thangs
Maybe you could tell Jimmy he could stop callin Skane
I'm just tryna save your rep
Your not a rapper, you ass, they gas like you gon' save the West
I doubt that, not him
You need help and Dre gone put him on the shelf, better learn from Rakim
So when I see you as-hole, 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, muhfucker