[Game Talking]
we got a problem Houston, not Marques Houston or his little rapping side kick, we got a real m**** f*****' problem, and its only gonna be one of these songs, after that ima knock your m**** f*****' a** out
[Verse 1]
b**** n***** 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***** is b******, 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***y, 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***** 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***** 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***** 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*****' people n****, gone jump on a freestyle n**** on that fly s***, try to diss g-unit n****, and im on the f*****' first verse, you aint slick n****, I caught that s*** like a m**** f*****' 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****** if they feeling your s***, they was like no, haha, I went to the hood asked n***** if they was feeling your s***, they was like no, than I went to jersey, caught me a f***** flight man took my last 500 dollars man, flew to jersey, asked n***** in jersey if they like your s***, they was like no, so I said f*** it, ima take this n**** m**** f***** head off, blackwall street, aftermath, g-g-g-g-unit, you know what it is n**** and you know where to find me
we got a problem Houston, not Marques Houston or his little rapping side kick, we got a real m**** f*****' problem, and its only gonna be one of these songs, after that ima knock your m**** f*****' a** out
[Verse 1]
b**** n***** 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***** is b******, 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***y, 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***** 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***** 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***** 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*****' people n****, gone jump on a freestyle n**** on that fly s***, try to diss g-unit n****, and im on the f*****' first verse, you aint slick n****, I caught that s*** like a m**** f*****' 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****** if they feeling your s***, they was like no, haha, I went to the hood asked n***** if they was feeling your s***, they was like no, than I went to jersey, caught me a f***** flight man took my last 500 dollars man, flew to jersey, asked n***** in jersey if they like your s***, they was like no, so I said f*** it, ima take this n**** m**** f***** head off, blackwall street, aftermath, g-g-g-g-unit, you know what it is n**** and you know where to find me