300 Shots Lyrics - G-Unit

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[50 Cent - Verse 1]
Y'all niggas spend too much time watchin' flicks
Who you wanna be? Tony Montana n shit?
Well you can start, right before his ass get hit
So when I walk up you can see the shotgun spit
Ferrari roof go down, Lam doors go up
I got big boy toys, when you gon' grow up?
Nigga knick knack pattywack, give a dog a bone
Im still down to sell crack got a fiends home
God bless the child with a flawless flow
Say gave a nigga the talent to push blow
like a pimp watch a hoe, I watch the grams go
Watch the stash grow, straight cash flow
im a hundred time bigger than Preme in his prime
100 mill in my account and Im still on the grind
When you aint in my clique, its so hard to shine
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I mean talent like this is so hard to find
G-Unit!

[Tony Yayo - Verse 2]
I don't dream now that i live it, Im out to get it
My truck bombkitted, an AK can hit it
Im a rap tycoon, I was fly in the whom
So Im gettin ass like a public bathroom
I went from Rikers Island, to shows at the garden
Automatic startin' in the drop got your bitch pussy fartin
My album about to drop in 7 days
But I still poke a rapper at the VMA's
Kilo's in a gram, PO's be my fam
That's why I'm overseas doin shows in Japan
I got Gats from the future, see-through guns
So when my bullets leave the chamber I can see you run
Nigga I flipped my advance before I ran through it
Cuz that money turn haters into that barmen fluid
My dope be a 8, from a 1 to 10
Keep it in a cool place in some Uncle Ben's

[Muder Mase - Verse 3]
You know you messin' with a nigga that do this for a livin'
Put two in the street while theres two in the kitchen
Put guns in niggaz mouth like "Who's u dissin'?"
It be a year for they knew who u was missin, nigga
You can either have a gun at the chain, or one at the brain
I have hoes back of the church, hummin' ya name
Even then I feel it's like cheat my men
Watch God leave the sky to come and greet my men
I pop niggas in the chest they never breathe again
Route 20 in the fitness see the streets again
Whats a man tryna wake up who cant wake up?
Rapguards face straight up with kinds of make up
Cuz eveyrtime I run, scream, pop a 3-80
I hear a mother scream "Please not my baby!"
Quick as I see its issue, bullets will hit you, boy
Your nobody so no one will miss you
Queens start to kickin' its too much to get through
Leave a nigga leakin' like an Indian ritual
Who wanna run up on me they get known quick
I blackout then snatch your chrome clique
Leavin' jail in '91, made Im homesick
Move Pow-Fu like a Farrakhan atonement
Raised in, caged in, let my waves spin
Face wrapped up like a Saudi Arabian

[Young Buck - Verse 4]
A country nigga still lookin' for a New York hoe
About to kill these niggas with this New York flow
You say one nigga name homie you gon' go
Do it at Hot97 so New York know
I use to listen to Jada I've never listened to Joe
I couldnt tell ya how now one of his verses go
Seen Styles and Sheek out, doin promo
I was like "What Up?" and they was like "Uh-Oh!"
I aint just get cold, see my block been hot
50 give me the word, niggas would have been popped
Fuck a interview nigga I get into you nigga
Enough hearin' 'bout what you finna do nigga

[Prodigy - Verse 5]
Murder at its best, this is rap at its finest
You can see my verse, even if you the blindest
My raps is vivid, ya bitch I hit it
All ready, yeah that's right this is spaghetti
Head mob niggas, my gun bomb niggas
Go 'head and shoot, my pistol nuke niggas
When I let off the whole Earth feel the effects
I mix CD's and treat 'em like album shit
Our albums, we treat 'em like the president elections
On our champagne campaign liftin up dresses
On the dance flo' the Hennessee it flow
When you fuck with G-Unit then you gon' fuckin' blow
When you fuck with Mobb Deep, then bring some fuckin' hoes
Cuz its a gang of us and we ready to go
To the party after the party we get so drunk
We forget all about the next day, hon

[Havoc - Verse 6]
Get it teflon done, AK-filled
Get your mouth blown off like the hand that feeds you
Yeah little motherfucker put the hammer in diesel
G-Unit Game Over this is only a preview
Niggas shittin' on theyself gotta rock in the huggy
The coke in the pot rise to the top like dougy
Got chicks with a ass like Buffy, yes homie trust me
Plays fuck me, kick 'em out when they try to get touchy
QB/Southside, if you wanted to Trestle
Man your man is hot, you dont wanna get next to
Like 50's beef is mine and mine is his
See this serious, motherfuckers nap them kids
Niggas wild on the streets, scared to death to bid
Sell anything that stay from the bottles and cuffs, nigga butt

[Billy Danze - Verse 7]
You about to witness an M.O.P thug out
And for you niggas hatin' listen to the sounds of the Unit kiss my ass with your tongue out, nigga
Fuck a warden I ring bells like a doorman
So all you motherfuckers take it easy like sunday mornin (Get 'em up!)
Put 'em up, wrap ya hand or knuckle up
Ground zero we never ran never will we fuck 'em up
Dude you gonna get your ass banged fuckin' with that homie Lloyd Banks
Wild gun style what the fuck y'all think..

[Lloyd Banks - Verse 8]
Niggas aint got nuttin' on me, everybody know that
Niggas run up on a V, everybody gon' clap
And if he aint what he say, n everybody gon rats
Just rap, and catch your little body on wax
Im a mack, I dont hang out in the lobby for rats (Nah)
The gun swallow me back off Bacardi and Yack
Im in the club with the snub, cause the party's a trap
A stray from the K will take a part of ya hat
Im gettin cake like you wouldnt believe
But im accepted by mainstream America and good in the piece
Now niggaz wanna talk all greasy (why)
Like they aint used to open up for me in New York on tv (Ya know man)
Skip all chatter, and walk off Eazy
A milly will make a bodybuilder look all measly
Ya bitch spotted me on the dolo and Im low-low
Damn near broke a monolo for a photo
I aint ridin' around with a Dodo that's a No-No
Momma taught me better than that you go to go hoe
Look at me now, a product of poverty
I cant wash it away I got it inside of me
The 'hoods fulla hurt, blood dollars and robbery
Critics owe me an apology, Im probably
A sixteen away from the lottery
My niggas keep guns, thats one of the things I gotta be
Im wrapped up in the dumb shit
Cause nigga got all kinds of beef they want ya to come get
Im 2 steppin' with my weapon, cause they dont check 'em
I know niggas from 'round there and they dont recogn (they don't know you)
All of them niggas was fans when I met 'em
Just waitin' in the wings for niggas to come and get 'em
On my next album, Im'a have some fun wit' 'em
Spank 'em all around so everybody forget 'em
They Envy, cause I got the 'hood in a frenzy
And I move smooth as the wooden Benzy
Blend in, niggas will body ya for a pen, G
Baby need food, baby momma need Fendi
You know me, New York cap on
Batman whip that I got off a rap song
On the van with the weed and the strap on
Teflon and a wife beater and black on
Its on!






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what the fuck? | Reviewer: DOPE | 4/3/2008

what others said

this is not a fucking diss man

all these verses couldve been used in a collaboration track with Game hahahaha

only people i heard get dissed were Styles n Sheek n thats all!!!

go listen to 300, 120, 240, Bars

listen to The Funeral 100 bars, those are disses pure banging songs

this is good song but aint a diss



a diss?? | Reviewer: Ryder | 12/10/2007

is this supposed to be a diss againt jada joe nas and game?? man this aint a diss they just talking bout their mansions their bitchez and their gunz i thought they would diss em hard and lloyd banks is da punchline kid and da best from whole g-unit so banks u really dissapointed me...the game killed g-unit with 300 bars,body bags,im a muthafuckin soldier, just a lil bit(g-unit diss), why you smell like that and play the game the only good disses from g-unit against game r Not rich still lyin from 50 and deathwish from banks im neutral in this beef but i gotta admit game won this battle tho 4 sure and its too bad the game is gonna retire after his 3rd album comes out



Crago | Reviewer: crago | 6/25/2007

50 cent da bomb motherfuker, da game you a bitch ass nigga, beef is beef you help niggas out faggit ass nigga



That's a diss? | Reviewer: K | 10/30/2006

what the shizzle!!! this no diss,the cowards don't even have the ballz to literally say it'a about Game....
I allready knew,the game rulez
the game ownz that G unot clown possy,G G G G G Girlz Unit!!! indeed Game you right a G they're NOT!!
the whole song they SING some wannebe gangsta shit about somebody but no-one said Game hahahaha afraid black waal street will hunt em down,kick their asses or make a hot 97 part2:stunt 911
live4everything,die4nothing g g g g g unot blackwallstreetforlife 2pac aka makaveli the don for life,wessssssstside
Greetz from belgium,that's in europe you dumb snitch 5 0 5 0 50 you the police biaatch :-)





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