paroles de chanson 300 Bars & Runnin' - Game
(INTRO)
My
mama
took
me
to
Sam
Goody's
I
wanted
to
buy
a
50
Cent
CD
I
took
that
shit
home
That
shit
was
wack
like
a
muthaf**ka
Don't
f**k
with
Game
I
like
50
Cent
He
reminds
me
Spongebob
And
Tony
Yayo
is
Blues
Clues
And
Lloyd
Banks
is
Dora
the
Explorer
They're
my
friends
Psyche
I
went
down
one
of
them
Bodaga
shits
right
there
in
Harlem
Got
me
a
bootleg
Lloyd
Banks
and
Young
Buck
CD
Took
that
shit
home,
put
it
in
my
boom
box
Thought
I
was
bout
to
be
on
some
radio
Raheim
shit
Man
that
shit
sound
like
some
Vanessa
Williams
'88
I
mean
Olivia
cute
but
they
say
that
bitch
a
man
So
this
Black
Wallstreet
for
life
now
GGG-UNOT!
(GAME)
300
Bars
and
Runnin
Just
loan
me
your
ears
for
15
minutes
Walk
with
me
Here
the
breakdown,
pass
the
doja,
.45
in
the
holster
Hollow
tips'll
fold
'em,
them
*****z
they
toy
soldiers
Oh,
that
boy
colder
than
Hova
unless
he
sober
Like
I'm
the
president,
but
this
ain't
the
takeover
Now,
there's
the
speaker,
bring
your
ears
a
little
closer
Before
you
call
this
a
diss,
and
you
make
Hova
pissed
Why
would
I
wanna
do
that?
When
I'm
just
the
new
cat
That
was
taught
if
a
*****
take
shots
to
shoot
back
Defending
his
yard,
yeah
standing
his
ground
I'm
saying
if
you
gonna
retire,
then
hand
me
the
crown
Nah,
let
Bleek
do
it,
then
throw
him
a
concert
in
Madison
square
Watch
everybody
sleep
through
it
We
can
go
bar
for
bar,
I'll
let
the
lines
speak
to
'em
What
they
say?
Bleek
is
over
let
Chris
and
Neef
do
it
They
say
the
wrong
thing,
I'ma
smack
'em
silly
What
you
thought?
Them
was
the
only
*****z
that
rapped
in
Philly?
See
them
*****z
with
the
soonies
leave
you
wrapped
in
Philly
Then
dash
in
groups
like
Beanie
Mac
in
Philly
? Said
Curtis
Jack
in
Philly
Make
a
U-turn,
I
gotta
go
back
to
Philly
I
forgot
my
cheese
stake,
that's
what
I
told
the
cops
So
they
wouldn't
get
the
dogs
start
searching
for
the
glock
And
I
can't
forget,
B.I.G.
got
murdered
by
the
cops
Even
I
was
Ready
To
Die,
when
I
heard
that
he
was
shot
What's
beef?
Beef
is
when
I
murk
you
on
the
spot
Labels
signing
many
things,
still
searching
for
they
Pac
I
put
purple
on
the
block
So
I
don't
feel
threatened
when
Ludacris
say
he
coming
for
the
#1
spot
Ask
50,
it
get
lonely
on
top
You
can
hate
me
or
love
me,
but
now
the
cops
the
only
homies
he
got
When
it's
beef
we
eat,
we
win,
but
we
ain't
lonely
we
pop
You
sell
records
but
a
GGG-u
not!
Acting
big
on
the
radio,
to
me
you
not
You
can
ask
Mr.
CCC
who
hot
Tony
Yayo
I
bet
10
G's
you
flop
Run
up
on
that
new
300
C
you
got
Stop
hoping
I
fall,
hope
the
bleeding
stop
And
I
hope
you
black
out
before
you
see
the
cops
I
ain't
hot
top
for
colors,
I'm
from
Cedar
Block
So
I
got
my
hot
tops
that
make
your
breathing
stop
I'm
a
gangsta
slash
rapper,
check
your
CD
shop
I'm
like
Elvis
in
there,
they
can't
believe
you
dropped
Now
I'm
moving
on
up
to
George
and
Weezy's
spot
I
picked
up
where
my
homeboy
Eazy
stopped
I
saw
the
west
coast,
put
the
shit
on
my
back
Sprayed
Aftermath
on
it,
then
loosened
the
strap
It
get
hot
in
here,
let
Lucifer
rap
Bring
hell
to
*****z
when
Dre
producing
a
track
Take
it
to
the
streets,
put
the
duece
duece
to
your
hat
Then
call
up
the
pigs,
tell
them
the
rooster's
back
Call
Jadakiss,
tell
him
that
duke
is
back
I'm
still
by
your
side,
no
matter
who
comes
strapped
F**k
Lloyd
Banks,
it
ain't
about
who
can
rap
It's
about
when
the?
clap,
is
rufus
back
I
see
what
you
thinkin,
you
want
me
to
die,
is
that
so?
Now
you
left
leaning
back,
thanks
to
Fat
Joe
We
got
reservations
in
heaven,
you
ready?
Let's
go
Drop
them
off,
then
pop
cristal
wit
Esko
I'm
a
say
he
hit
me
first,
if
me
and
Dre
talk
All
Nas
said
back
was
he
had
a?
Now
that's
the
eulogy,
beef
is
kinda
foolish
see
*****z
running
their
mouth
about
what
the
f**k
they
gon'
do
to
me
But
quit
the
yapping
before
I
proceed
to
clapping
And
you
gon'
see
the
captain
with
plans
of
getting
me
captured
Even
behind
bars,
I'm
still
gon'
shine
I'm
10
years
younger
than
Yayo,
I
get
out,
I'm
fine
Then
I
go
right
back,
*****
I
pop
mines
How
you
gon'
drop
Olivia,
you
only
drop
dimes
I
knew
you
changed,
when
you
started
sleeping
in
that
vest
dog
I
don't
need
50
Cent,
my
*****z
make
collect
calls
1-800-split
a
faggot
*****
wig
He
got
G-Unit
wings,
throw
them
off
the
Queens
Bridge
Now
your
career
is
over,
career
is
over
We
in
QB,
banging
CNN
in
the
rover
T-O-N-Y,
that's
the
phony
NORE
You
ain't
the
talk
of
New
York,
your
sixteens
is
boring
Take
that
shit
off
lingo,
go
back
to
PC
And
tell
50
Cent
you
want
a
copy
of
Beef
3
I'm
airing
their
ass
out
on
DVD
You
wanna
rhyme
like
Lloyd
Banks
repeat
after
me
I'm
a
G-Unit
toy
soldier
On
Sesame
street
doing
voice
overs
Bitch
ass
*****
need
a
rhyme
dictionary,
to
rehearse
his
lines
Sound
like
Oscar
the
Grouch,
with
them
nursery
rhymes
We
was
in
the
studio,
when
I
first
got
signed
He
got
stuck,
he
called
50
tryna
borrow
some
lines
That's
the
wrong
*****,
when
you
need
help
with
your
rhymes
All
he
gon'
tell
you
is
say
G-Unit
one
more
time
Got
mad
'cause
I
ain't
wanna
make
your
beef
mine
You
got
lucky
with
Ja,
why
you
aint
go
at
Shyne?
He
freestyled
from
the
pen,
that's
just
the
fact
Said
he'd
put
you
with
your
mom,
and
you
ain't
f**ked
with
that
Then
you
lied
about
your
pops,
he
ain't
never
bust
no
cap
Like
Father,
Like
Son,
go
ask
Busta
that
I
knew
from
the
beginning
I
couldn't
trust
those
cats
I'd
kill
'em
all,
if
I
could
bring
Justo
back
The
underground
is
mine,
I
treat
it
like
home
It's
the
reason
*****z
saying
my
name
like
Mike
Jones
The
underground
is
mine,
I
treat
it
like
home
It's
the
reason
*****z
saying
my
name
like
Mike
Jones
The
underground
is
mine,
I
treat
it
like
home
It's
the
reason
*****z
saying
my
name
like
Mike
Jones
I
said
The
underground
is
mine,
I
treat
it
like
home
It's
the
reason
*****z
saying
my
name
like
Mike
Jones
And
I'm
far
from
Houston
but
you
can
chop
it
and
screw
it
Do
whatever
to
it,
but
it
in
the
store
the
shit
moving
Gave
'em
a
hundred
bars,
they
ain't
think
I
could
do
it
Came
with
two
hundred,
*****
this
is
more
than
music
Even
Dre
knew
it,
that
boy
hot
like
summer
Both
feet
in
the
dirt,
300
Bars
and
Runnin
And
I
beef
with
any
*****,
say
my
name
muthaf**k
I'm
gunnin'
You
can
put
it
on
skee
if
you
want
it
I'll
air
you
out
on
Drama
King,
Mike,
or
Clue
And
watch
them
shits
sell
out
like
a
Air
Jordon
shoe
I
told
Funk
Flex
when
I
catch
the
*****
Whoo
Kid
We
gon'
see
if
he
know
how
to
DJ
with
bruised
ribs
Don't
hit
me
on
the
sidekick
asking
what
you
did
Get
a
gun
or
ask
50's
police
to
use
his
'Cause
Bloods
gonna
get
ya
Bloods,
Bloods
gonna
get
ya
for
that
Shadyville
chain
That
380
spill
brains,
when
I
pop
shots
Outside
NY,
in
front
of
hip-hop
cops
Or
broad
day
in
L.A.,
I'ma
tell
Em
and
Dre
This
*****
bootlegging
my
music,
ain't
nothing
for
him
to
say
Took
me
off
my
own
songs,
then
put
it
on
his
tapes
So
I'ma
take
him
out
his
house,
put
the
beam
on
his
face
Drop
him
off
at
Terror
Squad,
let
him
scream
for
the
jakes
'Cause
when
you
f**king
with
Jayceon,
you
can
bleed
in
the
lake
For
caking
off
*****z
on
them
CD's
and
tapes
Ask
them
to
scratch
a
record,
you
will
see
he
fake
If
50
was
Puffy,
you'd
run
and
go
get
him
a
cheese
cake
Take
the
DJ
off
your
name,
Mr.
Instant
replay
Not
the
instant
replay
I
mean
the
machine
that
G-Unit
use
every
time
50
on
stage
singing
like
Bitches
only
feel
your
shit
just
a
lil
bit
*****z
only
feel
your
shit
just
a
lil
bit
On
my
album
50
helped
me
just
a
lil
bit
Only
on
two
songs,
now
back
to
some
killa
shit
My
clips
bananas,
I
kill
a
gorilla
quick
Beating
on
your
chest,
I
see
to
your
death,
yep
Tell
Ecko
to
make
him
a
suit
Tell
Reebock
to
make
him
some
boots
Get
him
a
head
band,
to
cover
the
holes
in
his
head
He
a
dead
man
for
thinking
he
can
walk
through
muddy
waters
like
Redman
Banks
blacked
out
and
let
the
gun
blam
without
a
M-E-T-H-O-D
Man
So
the
lieutenant
gotta
ask
for
his
strings
Take
my
advice,
never
wear
air
max
for
the?
Unless
you
one
of
the
Bloods,
or
a
latin
king
'Cause
if
your
left
with
the
Aryans
your
ass
will
sting
And
your
cell
mate
is
a
25
to
lifer
They'll
stab
you
an
foursome
then
f**k
you
on
Rikers
And
Life
Goes
On
Now
back
to
the
coward
of
the
hour
who
lied
and
said
he
write
my
songs
He
told
Vibe
Dre
was
gonna
leave
me
on
the
shelf
So
he
gave
me
all
his
hits,
you
should've
kept
them
for
yourself
*****
stop
acting
tough
before
I
stand
over
you
Show
you
how
The
Documentary
live
on
top
of
The
Massacre
Make
a
move
I'm
blasting
your
ass
to
the
last
one
Ten
shots
from
the
Mack
empty
the
rest
in
the
passenger
Fase
yelling
thats
enough,
let
the
coroner
bag
him
up
Throw
in
Makaveli
and
lift
the
doors
on
the
Maganum
Gun
smoking,
Fase
think
I'm
locin'
backing
up
Reverse
the
'05
hurse
on
41st
and
traffic,
what
Hip-Hop
cops
on
my
left,
but
I
pass
'em
up
The
Dodge
got
a
hemmy
in
it,
Game
got
a
Remy
in
'em
In
and
out
of
lanes
like
a
New
York
cab
I'm
Mr.
Ol'
King,
that
New
York
cab
Who's
this
fake
*****,
on
pictures
with
the
Jake
*****?
Got
his
crew
starving
'cause
he
aint
the
whole
cake,
*****
He
ain't
Nas,
ain't
B.I.G.,
ain't
Jigga
If
he
ain't
Cube
or
Pac
then
who
you
got?
We
getting
tired
of
you
talkin
about
who
you
shot
I'll
use
another
six
bars
to
tell
you
who
you
not
You
ain't
50
Cent,
he
went
out
like
a
gangsta
You
went
out
with
Vivica,
three
months
after
wanksta
Get
Rich
or
Die
Tryin,
we
thought
you
was
hot
Now
the
same
*****
wanna
take
us
to
the
Candy
Shop
C'mon
man,
what
happened
to
the
thug?
Now
you
could
find
in
the
club,
him
and
Lloyd
Banks
hugging
*****
got
mad
when
The
Game
start
buzzing
So
f**k
making
friends
now
I'm
into
throwing
slugs
Olivia
talking
about
we
a
family,
Game
had
to
go
*****
I'll
smack
that
ho
like
I'm
Jackie-O
'Cause
I
don't
wanna
be
cool,
I
don't
wanna
be
you
I
don't
wanna
shake
hands,
or
wear
your
G-Unit
shoes
Don't
want
you
on
my
hooks,
don't
wanna
be
in
your
group
Just
wanna
sit
here
and
wait
To
be
gone,
so
I
can
head
back
to
the
block
Fresh
white
Nike
airs
and
the
matching
socks
fitted
Pull
the
brim
low,
if
they
don't
get
it
Bentley
Coup
on
gold
daytons,
I
was
the
first
one
with
it
Four
times
platinum,
I
done
been
there
and
did
it
Came
in
the
game
and
shitted,
then
wiped
my
ass
with
it
They
say
the
Lord
givth,
if
Lord
take
it
away
So
I
build
a
house
on
top
of
Hip-Hop,
I'll
wait
for
the
day
*****z
hating
on
me,
they
don't
want
Jayceon
to
play
And
the
DA
waiting
on
Jayceon
to
make
a
mistake
So
they
can
put
me
in
the
SWAT
car
and
lock
me
away
Give
me
a
odd
job
in
the
pen
for
minimum
pay
Let
me
out
so
I
can
drive
down
criminal
way
Pushing
the
rock,
nah
this
ain't
no
subliminal
Jay
The
summer
too
hot,
and
I
want
the
winter
to
stay
'Cause
I'm
a
cold
*****
when
I
put
the
pen
to
the
page
Similar
to
them
shells
going
into
my
gauge
I
hand
'em
off
to
Dre,
he
turned
them
into
granades
And
Just
Blaze,
'cause
the
boy
got
game
Like
I
close
my
eyes,
and
woke
up
in
a
Roc
chain
Now
back
to
reality,
my
gun
and
my
vest
And
if
diamonds
are
forever,
then
I'm
Kanye
West
Take
a
look
at
my
chest,
a
hundred
thou
wet
jacob
Whole
crew
got
chains,
a
hundred
thou
can't
break
'em
And
the
flow
is
hot
like
that
wit
Satan
And
the
only
thing
I
got
spinning
is
Daytons
The
hotter
I
get
the
more
willing
to
snake
'em
So
soon
as
the
beat
drop,
watch
where
I
take
'em
Compton
Swap
meet,
to
get
me
some
All-Stars
When
Game
in
the
house,
they
call?
'Cause
they
heard
about
what
went
on
in
D.C.
Heard
about
Hot
97,
my
beef
with
50
Now
tell
me
do
he
got
a
conscience?
I
think
not,
'cause
if
he
did
I
wouldn't
be
involved
in
this
nonsense
Wouldn't
be
in
Harlem,
wouldn't
be
at
this
conference
I'd
rather
be
pushing
rock,
like?
50
whispered
in
my
ear,
like
we
still
bonding
We
ain't
friends,
I'm
just
acting
like
Charles
Bronson
Middle
finger
in
the
air,
one
hand
on
my
Johnson
Hip-Hop
police
on
me
like
I'm
the
convict
What
happened
to
the
old
school?
I
thought
it
was
rhyming
Doug
E.
Fresh
and
Dana
Day
on
the
corner
like
Common
Now
that
ain't
common,
it's
more
like
Top
Ramen
The
flow
is
news,
I
throw
it
up
like
vomit
And
I
still
shine
like
diamonds
They
kicked
me
out
of
G-Unit
and
I
rebounded
like
Rodman
It's
still
Aftermath,
two
feet
in
the
paint
shit.
I
be
mad,
I
ain't,
I'm
supposed
to
stop
I
can't
because
I'm
in
the
hood
politican,
Impala
liffin'
And
I
keep
a
black
.45
on
the
side
of
my
prada
denim
Chip
on
my
shoulder
like
I'm
fresh
outta
prison
Dollar
vision,
blow
a
hundred
thou
like
my
wallet
missing
Then
re-up
like
kid
before
the
d-cup
Continuously
getting
money
with
my
feet
up
Chasing
the
throne,
here
my
black
Air
Force
I
said
f**k
Benzino
and
got
the
cover
of
The
Source
Feel
me?
If
not
then
I
guess
you
gotta
kill
me
But
you
ain't
gon'
do
that
so
muthaf**ka
move
back
While
I
do
B.I.G.
and
'Pac
impersonations
on
two
tracks
When
I
wake
the
dead,
everybody
remove
hats
We
miss
ya'll,
can
I
get
a
hand
clap?
Now
back
to
rap,
why
I
gotta
stay
strapped?
On
that
murder
T-I-P,
kill
you
ASAP
They
won't
know
which
hole
to
patch
up,
when
the?
clap
I
tried
to
spare
you
Young
Buck,
now
it's
time
for
payback
It
go,
how
you
from
Cashville
but
you
ain't
got
no
cash
nigga?
Say
my
name
now
that's
your
f**king
ass
nigga
Kept
your
mouth
shut
and
I
gave
you
a
pass
nigga
Now
I
gotta
lay
you
down
like
the
last
nigga
Buck,
buck,
buck
from
my
AK-47
This
nigga
playing
with
his
life,
I
might
have
to
put
him
in
heaven
Tryna
play
the
game,
talking
shit
up
on
the
stereo
Prepare
for
burial,
it's
when
I'm
reincarnating
Harry-O
And
you
don't
want
that
David
'cause
you
love
your
life
Get
my
Vibe,
when
it's
war
he
pull
out
butter
knifes
Muthaf**ka
I'ma
show
you
who
the
gangsta
All
you
do
is
Murder
Inc.,
now
who
the
wanksta?
When
Suge
had
you,
you
were
stranded
on
Tha
Row
Juve
left
you
for
dead
and
went
back
to
the
NO
50
heard
you
on
the
tour
bus
and
felt
your
little
flow
Then
he
made
you
temporary
replacement
for
Yayo
You
a
bitch,
and
that's
hard
to
swallow
And
you
got
robbed
for
your
spinning
G-Unit
chain
in
Chicago
I
call
my
nigga
Jojo
to
get
it
back
He
had
the
shit
in
his
hands,
and
you
ain't
had
the
ten
stacks
Picture
that,
I
thought
we
was
G-Unit
Then
you
ran
and
told
50
that
I
did
that
shit
Ask
C-Murder,
the
boy
ain't
hard
to
find
I
told
Monica
when
I
catch
him
The
Boy
is
Mine
Take
one
shot
of
Brandy
and
pop
Watch
his
panties
drop,
when
I
run
inside
the
Candy
Shop
F**k
you,
50,
Banks,
Yayo,
and
the
cops
And
Olivia,
I
mean
for
a
man
she
hot
Now
I'm
running
out
of
breath,
like
I
just
beat
boxed
Got
20
bars
to
go,
lay
it
down
like
sheet
rock
Don't
worry
about
the
flow,
the
boy
know
he
hot
Hurricanes
in
store
November,
nigga
f**k
Reebocks
I'm
fly
like
a
Hummingbird
on
a
tree
top
The
new
Hov,
the
new
B.I.G.,
the
new
'Pac,
I
need
three
spots
280
in,
ain't
no
getting
me
back
I'm
yelling
f**k
the
world,
on
my
victory
lap
Remember
first
it
was
Buddens,
then
it
was
Bleek
Now
it's
whoever
muthaf**ka,
yeah,
who
want
beef?
Now
whenever
muthaf**ka,
who
wanna
see
me?
In
the
coffin,
body
exhausted,
resting
in
peace
You
don't
want
war
nigga,
you
want
peace
So
give
'em
the
peace,
capiche
(sp?)
Let
'em
rest
in
peace
From
west
to
east
the
flow
is
outdatable,
irreplacable
Lyrical
homicide,
hell
is
hot,
I'm
boxing
with
Satan
And
I
slipped
'em
the
ace,
you
cannot
replace
'em
If
Eazy
ever
decide
to
return,
I
remain
Jayceon
A
king
in
the
making,
and
the
throne
is
for
the
taking
So
I
climb
the
mountain
top
and
put
my
stake
in
Got
the
weight
of
the
world
on
my
shoulder
Not
a
nigga
nor
a
hoodrat
bitch
can
stop
me
from
taking
it
over
This
is
crack
music,
go
get
the
baking
soda
300
Bars
and
Runnin,
nigga
the
wait
is
over
I'm
gone
gone
gone
gone
gone
gone
gone
gone
gone
gone
gone
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1 300 Bars & Runnin'
2 Down
3 Poison Bananas (feat. Rockstar & M.O.B.)
4 I'm a King (feat. T.I.)
5 [Debut Single] (feat. The Game)
6 G-Unot Skit
7 Play the Game
8 Lil' Bit (remix)
9 M.O.B. Freestyle
10 Why You Smell Like Dat (feat. Rockstar & M.O.B.)
11 Street Muzik (feat. Sheek Louch)
12 Lyrical Exersice (feat. Rockstar)
13 Where I'm From (feat. Dr. Dre)
14 Swallow That Slug (feat. Charli "Chuck" B'More)
15 Hate It or Love It (Street remix)
16 All I Need (feat. W.C.)
17 Playa's Only (feat. R. Kelly)
18 Lay Low (feat. M.O.B.)
19 Dreams (feat. Notorious B.I.G.)
20 Justo Faison Tribute
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