Joe Budden - Game Over lyrics

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

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 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 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
(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 killed
100 red dots on you if you
Wanna be a blood for real, mu' fucka

Yeah! And that's it man game fuckin' over
I ain't gone keep doin this
Shit back and forth
50 stop sendin' your lil'
Fuckin wack ass pawns
And come holla at a real nigga man
The nigga's ass, fuck him
Fuck Game, fuck Banks, buck
And any of them other niggas Curtis
Tryin' to send over this way
Fuck the whole mother fuckin' G-Unit
Aka the mother fuckin 5 Heartbeats
Fuckin' Banks, Buck, Yayo, Game
And fuckin' Curtis, the singin' ass nigga
NIGHTS LIKE THIS! haha fuck outta here man
You know where I'm at, and you
Know where to get at me, nigga
And I heard the lil slick shit
In the beginning of your shit
Bout you gone punch niggas 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 jERSE! One