You don't know me (Feat The Game)

Buck & Game]

Tape conversation

Streets wanna know

What young buck gon' do?

How, how young buck gon' respond?

(YEAH!)

(What nigga)

(Its a new day)(Game))

(Young buck, Game)Game))

(What!!)

If you see me in the streets rollin (I'm on it)

If you see me on the block holdin' (What nigga)

If you see me rollin' by (yeah), remember that you don't know me

(You don't know me)

[Young Buck]

Bitch niggas do bitch thangs

Look at 50 what he does just to get fame

Record my phone call when I spoke from the heart

That was a year ago, this was a joke from the start

You a hoe, and I know, the only people record conversation is 5-0

They die slow.

Ciara go while you got a chance

Let a real nigga put a band on your hand

Understand I dont bite the hand that feeds me

But I will if the hand says you dont need me

Look at y'all on T.V.

Banks look uneasy

If he told you how he feel

This is where he'd be

And they know, Yayo is stuck in your a-hole

Half of your staff only there for your payroll

Hey, T.I.P. lay-low, you ain't got to respond

He had the magic stick, I got the magic wand

Im the don (here I come)

If you see me in the streets rollin (I'm on it)

If you see me on the block holdin' (What nigga)

If you see me rollin' by (yeah), remember that you don't know me

(You don't know me)

(That shit is over nigga, it's my turn!)

[Game]

It's a G and Young buck, It's a G and The Game

Banks yayo and 50 ain't no G in they'r name

I'm a certified gangsta, fuck them wanksters

Cant carry no heat but you can still get shanked up

The beef aint a chevy but it still get cranked up

You dont care about your son if you did he would be yanked up

Tapin' niggas phone call, what kind of shit is that

I felt the itch I knew the G-Unit white beez was tap'ed

I spoke to M.O.P. chop it with Billy and Fame we good

Real niggas dont play the silly ass games.

I told buck in 05' I can never stay loyal

To a homo snitch nigga thats weaker then tin foil

This nigga wanna play games with that Cashville nigga

And that Cedar block gang

Get the fuck out of Tyson mansion and turn the drama up

This nigga bitch try to burn his own baby mama up

Let's go Buck!

Real niggas do real thangs

Real niggas never die, never give names

But for real nigga cry, then its real pain

So on the real my nigga I don't feel ashamed

Ain't no pussy in my veins I'm a G

Whitout me ya'll just a U-N-I-T

Whitout me ya'll shall just give it out free

Cuz in the South, we, consider you weak

Nigga when I speak, the streets get relief

Then really find the truth all about this beef

A victim of defeat when your album was released

What Jay-z made Kanye look like a beast

The BET told Jim Jones they'r was peace

Just tryin to get some New York love at least,

But they lovin' me

Im laughin' at you why you worried about me

When your punk ass respond im'ma give you verse 3

Haha, you'll see!

If you see me in the streets rollin (I'm on it)

If you see me on the block holdin' (What nigga)

If you see me rollin' by (yeah), remember that you don't know me

(You don't know me)

(Tapin' the phone calls you whole ass nigga,

Shit man, I feel you buck nigga get that shit off your chest nigga

Share the tears too man

Whole ass nigga don't respect nothin but a dick)

I terrorize your click cuz im a motherfuckin' boss

Keep playin you be M.I.A., like Rick ross

I'v been fuckin' with Buck the whole time

The whole nine

You made us millionaires bitch, thanks for the co-sign

Took the pen to wash your hands, threw it in the ocean

My style is quicksand now you'r movin in slow motion

You done made that nigga Buck mad, I told you boy

Walk around like a buff-ass Soulja Boy

That nigga Tony Yayo got a felony but ain't J-Yo

Suck a million dicks soon as the nigga fifty say so

Banks, fuck you nigga, you starvin'

I give a buck 50 let Buck fuck fifty and carve him

You gon' die regardless when I spin this revolver

King of New York beware of the ghost of Christopher Wallace

Dont drink this nigga water you don't know whats in that shit

I took one sip and got sick of that fuckin' snitch

Now it's on!

[Thanks to **2Pacdadon** for the following]

[Game] *Whistles* Come here boy, sit boo-boo, SIT. Good dog

[Buck] Ah man I guess you must have forgot,

every man got an emotional side to him.

Yeah. Whether they choose to show it or whether they choose to hide it.

Ha Ha, dont make you less then no mothafuckin' man 50, I'm a G 50.

So let me talk to you punk ass. Hey what you wanna hear?

When you put that shit out, you should have told them it

was a conversation we had something like an year ago.