Game and Shyne’s beef may be heating up, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t room for comedy.
In an interview with Power 106’s Big Boy, Game discussed the beef, and quickly began imitating Shyne’s currently raspy delivery.
Game offered Shyne’s decade in prison as a possible reason for the change in the latter’s voice. “It can change your life, certain things going up in you ten years. You know, you come out a different guy: feeling different, rapping different.”
“He used to rhyme pretty good,” Game admitted. “Maybe like ’99 or 2000. That’s when he had the voice that he stole from Big, made his own.”
Watch the interview below (spotted at HHNM):
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lmao he said droppin soap
Lol
hahahaha get em game
Game copied the shit outta shyne you ain’t heard that mix tape he did in the Bay Area.he did the whole mix tape in shynes voice.corny ass fuck shyne fathered you nigga.
yes he did.i never like game he is 2 face dude
i heard that shit in 2006. thats why this shit is so ironic to me that he talking about shyne copying big. what a hypocrite
he must have thought we forgot about that shit
Your talking about untold story, yea game is a bitch for saying that.
Huge Game fan but i agree, he used to bite shyne hard this is some shit. funny tho that ppl callin this “beef”
i wouldnt be suprised if game get fucked up in europe soon lol im not saying shyne will but he got his connects
The Offensive Combat ad is REALLY beginning to offend the motherfucking shit out ta nigga. GET THAT SHIT OUT!
He sounded more like Rick Ross than Shyne.
shyne is no where near my homie el chapo
that’s no your homie, that’s a major drug lord!!!!
lol uck shyne,Game does shyne better then shyne
Game is a huge hypocrite. He does songs with rick ross and cosigns him yet he makes fun of shynes voice. Shynes voice is the same as ross so….
how in the fucking world could u say ross’s voice is like shynes. i would never mistake ross’s voice for shyne’s. put down the trippy stick.
I wonder if all the people defending Shyne will show up to buy that weed plate he’s working on right now…… probably not tho
shyne can’t handle the game
Game is soo right!! Shyne stole Biggie’s voice. Game’s flow on the other hand is soo original.
*starts listening to The Game’s Untold Story album*
It’s Sooo original” This groupie ass faggot smh get off this lame niggas dick faggot, he just as lame a sshyne
Damn you mad son? Yeah you mad haha. Fuck outta here with that fag talk man, you obviously know your kind if you keep saying the word so much.
i dont think yous 2 understand Hypocrisy’s joke
First of all Game shaking his head after he hears Shyne’s line about him is classic. Second Game has both of Shyne’s voices down and its kind of scary how much he sounds like him. Third he and 50 need to get back together because these 2 and Cam’ron are the funniest people in hip hop.
You think thats scary, listen to his Untold Story albums
I used to love Shyne since my high school days. Hopefully he can straighten up his vocal cords. He must also tweak up his appearance no offense to his religion. I am still waiting for some changes, I have faith in him.
Damn, he does Shyne’s old voice better than Shyne apparently can.
he nails that old shyne voice because he used that shit religiously for the first few years of his career. when he did that voice, it honestly sounds exactly like game from untold story. i guess it’s kind of cool he can still nail that voice 10 years later. big game fan, but who does he think he is fooling? other than the kiddies who have only been listening to hip-hop for a minute.
This Nigga Got Some Nerves Talkin About Voices… He Sound Like NAs When He first came out. Both these niggas is crazy lame. FUCK THESE FAGGOT ASS INDUSTRY RAPPERS!! Fake ASS GANGSTAS SMH
Shyne I know it’s you….
THEY BOTH ARE WACK. AND IF YOU BANG TO THEY SHIT, YOU JUST AS WACK. FUCKIN FANBOYS…
And yet you commented on HIS article? …. Yep, you’re VERY intelligent
Game, Shut the fuck up you faggot ass Cocksucker.
You mad son? Yeah you mad haha.
You so mad.
“Me no mad.”
I know that you’ve seen this meme picture.
got eithered so now turn media whore
Got eithered? I think you were looking for ETHER.
Prison doesnt make you lose your voice. Millions of people have went to prison. Why is Shyne the ONLY one in history??? And it wouldnt take 3 years to get your voice back either. Maybe 3 days or something. Shyne fakes his voice.
Prodigy from Mobb Deep?
Prodigy didnt lose his voice from being in prison. Have you heard his song with French Montana? Have you heard his song called ‘Gangsta Love’ or the song with him going at the illuminati? Or his whole EP called Black Cocain?
I dont care if you like game or not, THIS IS HILARIOUS
He sounded just like Shyne.
That’s a very retarded voice, god damn.
THAT SHIT FUNNY
if you listen to games older stuff he was copying shyne voice and flow lol he cant say shit bad about him
Go listen to “The Game – Untold Story” album. Game stole Shynes entire flow, voice and style. P.S People only say that Shyne stole Biggies flow because he became Diddy’s new right hand man. Cut the bullshit, we all know the truth about Games faggot ass.
^ oh now feelings got hurt…..FOH bitchass hater….Game shits on Shyne any day
Well atleast Shyne had his own voice, the only thing Game does is stealing other peoples flows and voices.
Shyne NEVER had his own style. He came in the game sounding like Biggie. What the hell are you talking about?
so what does that make game for biting a biter. an even bigger lame
Hahah, this is funny as heeeell. Shyne – the Wackest alive. “II Ryyme Louk Po, clAAAmin AT the LOW” Fuck off Shyne, you’re DONE
Oh God, i can’t stop laughing, damn Chuck, hahahahahahaha
Shyne, do yourself a favour and NEVER diss GAME again!
Ether!
oh hey game, remember when you stole shyne’s style? or that time you stole pac’s style or nas’s flow or wayne’s delivery or tyler the creator’s swag?? damn homey you jacked their shit and made it your own
Tyler the creator’s swag? killyourself!
crazy funny lol
“Game used to rhyme pretty good.” “Maybe like ’02 or 2003. That’s when he had the voice that he stole from Shyne, made his own.
Most of the new rappers of today are using that same retarded tone of voice, where it’s difficult to tell them a part. Plus, they’re not all from the same parts of America, which makes it even worst. Oldskool Hiphop was way better, because most emcees had their individual tones and uniqueness, which made them stand out in a remarkable way. For instance! Drake and Lil Wayne have the same retarded tone of voice and at the same time their not even good lyricists neither.
He did his voice perfectly. Game is talented. Shyne is done……been done…..
haha yea he also did Shyne’s voice perfectly on those “Untold Story” albums too.
Haha, Game just killed Shyne. Again.
This is Holly war
I wet cha all with the Holly water
Spray from the Hetckler Koch auto
Matic all the static shall cease to exist
Like a sematical i throw a couple at you
Take six
Spread love to all of my dead thugs
I’ll pour out a little Louie til i head above
Yes Sir
And when i perish
The meek shall inherit the earth
Until that time it’s on a poppin Church
Like Don Bishop
The fifth upon cock either
Lift up your soul or give the Holly ghost please
I leave ya in somebodys Catedrial
And stuntin like Evil Kenevil
I’ll let you see where that bright light lead you
The more you talk the more you irkin us
The more you gonna need memorial services
The Black Albums second verse is like
Devil’s Pie please save some dessert for us
Man i gotta get my soul right
I gotta get these Devils out my life
These cowards gonna make a nigga ride
They won’t be happy til somebody dies
Man i gotta get my soul right
‘For i’m locked up for my whole life
Evertime it seems it’s all right
Somebody want they soul to rise
(I’ll chase you off of this Earth)
hahaha he raps like he got sperms stuck on his throat this shit is funny
Game here to stay..funny dude…real dude..and a great MC…think Red Yall..until Jesus peice comes…
game killed shyne with this interwiev LMAO
lol he has both voice down packed but only shows that he really is a big fan of shine
Damn Game just embarassed that dude…..lmao
Only bitch niggas mock anothers
Wadup Shyne
Shyne…we kno its u mayne. Get off of hiphop dx and go work on yo FLOW…Hop out the lam-BO…then do some tae-BO..then go do some christmas shoppin and wrap the gifts in a BOW…Lol, game a fool!
LOL Shyne says hes consistent and game is inconsistent. What is consistent about Shyne when he squashes the beef with 50, then next thing you know he drops a diss about 50? That’s not consistent.
what you talking about?
shyne is probably the most consistent rapper nowadays, everything he drops is fucking trash
game is a dick
Look listen to shyne bad boys (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1BeTqapowAU) in 1999 and listen to shyne Gangland.Shyne is real.Game was Nas on Documentary,Game sounded like Dre on Doctors Advocate,Game sounded like ice cube on lax and he sounded like Rick Ross on that lame album R.E.D.
for anyone who isnt into game,, you may have just sparked interest…
good job promoting dude!
ord forgive him
He got them dark forces in him
But he also got a rightous cause for sinnin
Them a murder me so i gotta murder them first
Emergency doctors performin procedures
Jesus
I ain’t tryin to be facetious
But “Vengance is mine” said the Lord
You said it better than all
Leave niggas on deaths door
Breathin off res-por-rators
for killin my best boy, HATERS
On perminate hiatus as i skate
In the Mabach Benz
Fly this as i’m late
Pumpin “Brown Sugar” by D’Angelo
In Los Angeles
Like an evangelist
I can introduce you to your maker
Bring you closer to nature
Ashes after they cremate you bastards
Hope you been readin your psalms and chapters
Payin your tithes being good Catholics
I’m commin
hahaha game a funny guy. such a good impression
here yall go w/ who jack’n who…point blank period on the music tip Game still doing his thing…shyne not…what more is there to talk about…and dnt tell me bout Po is a “Super” Blood save that shit for the streets…this is hip hop
hahahaha
fuck shyne
Man, Game never denied that he studied Shyne and was mentored by him, and used his flow a couple times. But how would you feel when the guy you look up to pulled some bitchmade move like Shyne did to Kendrick and then to Game himself. Game didn’t insult Shyne at all here, he just rhymed in his voice to show just how much Shyne fell off.
word!
This guy is as fake as that Butterfly……oh wait…..is that LA…….no I think its a STAR with LA in it……did yall see that tounge ring?? Doja…..what’s really good with you homie. My man on Crenshaw say you were never poppin like that…..and your cousin ain’t even fuckin with you……I heard Change Of Heart is comin back though for that finale……
Here’s a little story I would like to tell
about a certain individual perpetrating like hell, well, You
see him round imitating legends, tough as hell on his records,
but terrified of my presence, I’m tickled cuz his career only
lasted a couple seconds, begging for attention, dropping a name
in every sentence, a little slick punk from the other side of
the water, there’s the target intended for the slaughter, so
call your lawyer, I get up on ya, ya enemies are rich,
man think about it, you can’t even control your bitch, These
industry fucks don’t want no drama, nigga respect me like an
old timer, like O samma, Imma keep my composure for I burn that
nigga, radio rapper Howard Stern ass nigga, imma be ontop of
you with or with no hit, cos im so slick ask the niggaz u roll
with…..
-Banks
Its been a long time,
get re acquainted with the world famous,
you know how on point my aim is,
long range snipers, clash of the titans,
chrome pipin?, in this 300 like leonidas
snob in the bubble goose?, ridin down the interstate,
When fiends put the needles in they arm and let em penetrate,
Leanin sideways wit my fitted straight,
Them 27s on point the paint job a new york minute late,
(Check my audible? no clouds in my stones)
Projects ringin, standin by the corner store,
Two glocks on me bang bang if you want a war,
That was 05, now we bought an honest tour,
Screamin out thug life, porn belt be on ya whore,
Money im involved wit it, wake up and ball wit it,
Coke weed its all wit it, uncut raw wit it,
Chop bricks, take trips OT,
before I had a goatee,
I used to bag the OZ,
(Yeah, Fresh Scale Nigga, wuddup Ghost),
Then stash em by the Oak Tree, move it by the coke leaf,
Drama let the llama Knick niggas like Charles Oakley,
Nigga dont insult me, ill banana boat,
B-R-C-K-Ss, and stuff em in the Lexus,
im sittin fat like Precious, craze up on the necklace,
and I keep them clips on the dresser,
Yessuh, im bout to ball, Louie bag the fuckin mall,
Bitches, Money, and Fast Cars, nigga I want it all,
(Yeah, word to my kids nigga I want it all),
Nascar game, why the fuck would I stall,
Im the franchise nigga Chris Fuckin Paul,
Empty out the cannon hit ya bitch you the truck and all,
Withdraw 200 thousand, and then fuck it off,
King of the hill, got a dime bitch cutting raw,
She bagged the last nigga unzipped, she sucked it soft,
Black Superman yeah, Im above the law,
Ill put this hollow tip a quarter inch above ya jaw,
(Eat out a fuckin straw),
Blondfold ya bitch, toss her in the trunk,
After the first 48 that bitch smellin like a skunk,
Its a rap I rap when I rap da punk,
Throw me in da game module and tell em wrap the bunks,
The breakfast club nigga, no captain crunch,
This for my dog niggas that eat cats for lunch,
Im hungry, like I aint trapped in months,
So nigga act and stunt, my glock pack a punch,
(Oh rockin heckla conch and seal ya pine box,)
Leave ya head wrapped for months,
While I pass the blunt,
To my niggas, we all rocked out,
Whats up jigga,
Sometimes I be in BK wit Fab on the freeway,
Lincoln Continental, and I copped it off of E-Bay,
I pop cham like its my b-day,
Horsepower,
Under my hood like its a Olympic relay,
My flow right on time, no delay,
I raise a million dollars send it off to Chile,
(Word to my red cross I dont fuck wit red cross),
im All Madden nigga EA,
im in VA, money talks wit Dre and Pharell on 3-way,
them 28s, thats my dj they spinnin shit,
when I took trips OT, I never rented shit,
I just dropped and copped, and then I tinted shit,
Diddy and Mike X, im all about the benjamins,
in it for the benefits, ill be down at 10 to 6,
tell em gimme a porterhouse, and some eggs benedict,
(damn that was good but im still hungry),
and im livin it,
ill be out in Venice shit,
they say Weezy Jordan nigga im on my Pippen shit,
they say Drake Lebron im on my Mo Williams shit,
if TIP is Kobe then fuck it, im Derek Fisher shit,
long as im in in the startin 5, imma get it in,
cause I promised the city of Compton I would get it in,
I was Outkasted Andre Benjamin,
Now I slide through with my Dominican women friend,
(She like put no ceilins in, yeah),
Yoseppe hills? expensive wine, Pere Sill?
It aint trickin I just spend money on cheap thrills,
Big Phantoms, sweet wheels,
Backseat like a club make them bitches eat pills,
Take Patron shots, til the purse with chrome glocks,
Jay Electronica, this a dome shot,
So I had to steal it, nigga I had to kill em,
I was the turtle in the race I made the rabbit feel it,
(yeah, keep runnin nigga)
house is by the subway, feel it through the projects,
come through to merchant your lock on a foreign object,
number 1 prospect the day that I was drafted,
Aftermathmatic unleash the fuckin bastard,
Dont respect none of you niggas get in the casket,
Talking wratches, never touched a fuckin automatic,
Drama this is tragic, put it in the plastic,
88 bars and run and throw em wit my other glasses,
(Drama shoulda warned these niggas, Im bout to kill em)
yeah, trash bag it, this is crap,
and I know you been feenin for this, come get ya packs,
and I do it for the music nigga, fuck the plaques,
aint on no beef shit but its still , fuck the rats,
and when Im in New York I set a bunch of traps,
put the cheese where they can see it and if ya stunt ya clap,
catch em in the club, thats when I stumble flat,
nigga get up afta that, go get a fuckin bat,
(I tell you about these fuckin rats)
they either snitch or bend over to catch,
no matter how you look at it I hate fuckin rats,
get my bottle and some rock and I twist the cap,
sit back watch the NBA playoffs and roll a bat,
yeah, real fat yeah, all I do is stack bread,
in the hood, on the wall, like a fuckin fathead,
two 9s on ya back, Warren Sapp yeah,
this my block, and you niggas cant track here,
(unless you wanna get clapped here, head wrapped yeah)
im killin niggas I should have a hundred tat tears,
celebrate ya death, toast bottles and clap beers,
its gon be a cold summer, come through like BURR,
the red Phantom bullshit, the 25 steep curb,
the beat insane, just blazed in this mothafucker,
the cars outside the Ks in this mothafucker,
I should let off a couple strays in this mothafucker,
Fuck that, tryna get laid in this mothafucker,
(yo tell your friends, to get wit my friends)
yeah, meet me in the parkin lot, license plate, Aftermath,
Screamin out fuck 50 wouldnt snitch for half his cash,
If he wasnt such a bitch nobody woulda had to blast,
Still hes down in Jacksonville, dont make me have to wrap ya jag,
Cause Id rather be in Sandro Pe im packin bad,
Wit bitches that speak French, how you say catch a cab,
I dont trick Euros, I dont trick pounds,
I bowlin ball bitches til I knock em all down,
(like the 93 pac, I get around)
duffles by the stair case, crack by the back door,
navigate my way through the south, I used to track ho,
all the way through Queens bridge, movin packs yo,
mighta lost a couple friends, but I got my gat though,
blast fo, my rap foes, could never stop my cash flow,
had a nike box of 100s when I was in that rad fo,
but now I pull up in that truck, with the crash bar,
with the mad glow give you everything that you ask for,
(sometimes, I could be a fuckin asshole)
in the bank with my mask off, look at this nigga AR,
dont take ya fuckin mask off bitch empty out the cash drawer,
we on a suicide mission, but we dont give a fuck,
cause if we make it out, bigga house, bigga truck,
im in the strip club with a glock, nigga what,
gimme your bitch she got a cuter face and bigga butt,
I aint gon do shit but pour champagne on her,
Hit it from the back and watch half of the Laker game on her,
(dont put that back on, too many cum stains on it)
runnin train on her, call Cartoon,
have him tattoo my name on her, Startrack 2,
you know what, fuck it, Aftermath 2,
put a little smoke around it,
then take it home and pound it,
helicopter outside, nigga Im surrounded,
had a spot in the jungle til the fuckin Feds found it,
Mama ya son got a public announcement,
I got 5 million in the walls and the couches,
(dont even think about it we got cameras, dogs, and guns)
ask Pepe he was there, he can vouch it,
he threw it in the trash can on some Oscar the Grouch shit,
a bunch of green popped out, time to re-route shit,
settle down in Mississippi, got a down south click,
and my niggas like we aint know all about this,
and any nigga ever snitch, got his fuckin mouth fixed,
you get 25, he get his fuckin throat slit,
calm like Filet Mignon and throw him off the boat bitch,
(I feed him to the sharks then dock the yacht)
oil in the water damn the ocean so thick,
time to finish off these niggas on some trench coat shit,
its a drug war, real life Grand Theft,
catch you in the street, fuck you up and hit ya man next,
come through on some retarded shit, just brand text,
where my dogs at tell em im crazier than dmx,
lazier than Chinese eyes, when im puffin that,
blueberry I aint talking where the muffins at,
(roll up some sour diesel and some more nigga)
I split open a dutch, then im stuffin that,
You should get a flight to California come fuck with that,
Thats all you go ahead, hop in the truck with that,
Take it down to Cashville and hit Yung Buck with that,
Dont bring nothing back border patrol cuffin that,
I aint tryna see the pen Id have to get my knuckles wrapped,
I wake up real early, keep lunchin fags,
This shit easy you rap niggas my punchin bags,
(I got some combinations nigga Pacquiao shit)
talking bout you poppin Tags, talking bout you poppin Crys,
where you get it poppin at, nigga you aint poppin shit,
but an Ex pill, as I turn the Lex wheels,
I got a mean phantom very upset grill
Tell her why you mad son that nigga pulled a fast one
You know who you are, when I see you, thats ya ass son
But im in the club, throwin shots like my last gun
Its 2 oclock YERRR gotta make a cash run
(Yo go get the truck from around the corner tell whack I’ll meet him outsite)
Into the 7Eleven, bout to blast one, this nigga AR will not keep his fucking mask on
Deal wit it when we get to the crib you niggaz is whylin wait till we get to the crib
To split this fuckin money up
Hit the block and dummy up
Shave the onion slice it down the middle, thats a tummy tuck
Thats how we do it in Compton, fuck the police, defend my hood like a NHL goalie,
Sometimes its cold on these mothafuckin streets nigga
Iced out roly, and I still remember everything that Dre told me, red polo fleece, sippen on that OE
Never been in jail,cuz i never had a CO-D? do it juss like the OGs
Cut the impala in half, insert the gold D’s
And bounce this mothafucka till it got a slow leak
Flat bed pick it up, and you know me
Im goin with the car, all night, no sleep.
(Gotta get this mothafucka back on the strip)
Next day we in the red phantom, 4 deep
Kids runnin up to the car block off the whole street
Its the ice cream man, like the old pete
Cali like the Lions old line, its where da hoes be
BC runnin shit like a nosebleed
Dont get it confused the screw like codine
More swag then you niggaz from the show meet
Thats ya bitch? Im bout to mack her like GOLDY
(Shit, together we can rule the world baby)
Blacked out cardiares, 4 seasons caviar, spray a lil diddy on it, that’ll get they panties off
Niggaz see me in the lobby lookin like danny soft
Catch me outside where I can let this fuckin cannon off
Su to the Wu, bet I’ll let this cannon off, everything in the clip right where you standing dog
Ride off in the Mazi, like can I ball?
For the Bucks Im tryna get it like Brandon dog
(Young Money Clearly NBA rookie of the year)
Im still standin tall, wish the Twin Towers was, take innocent lives, thats the type a shit a coward does
Im juss reminisin smokin on that sour blood, take a couple more hits and pass that shit around the bus
You cant tell me shit I done seen a thousand drugs, a hundred rounds and 10 drums thats a thousand slugs
One day I flipped the kitchen table found a bug, kept lookin found another one right around the subs
(AYO FEDs can you hear me?, God Damn)
I was takin a shit, then I seen one by the tub, feedin my fish its a wire right by the rug, dumb mothafuckas its not where they buyin drugs, thats solami in the kitchen that we fryin up
Get off the boards dickriding lame…..and off my comments or put a name with yourself, coward.
Yal act like little school girls. Shynes done bc game can impersonate his voice? Nah hes just a stan on the low. The whole radio station was dickriding game this whole interview is dumb.
Now I gotta go and get disrespectful, all cause niggaz aint
recognising that im the one, Knowing if I see em and how bout
they gone run, Clear hoe, kids; visualising the outcome,
multiple lead showers, dozens of pretty flowers, memories,
tears, screams and hollers for hours(Fucking cowards), Your
bird brain shoulda stayed in college, now you’re in a war-zone
where niggaz die over dollars, now what you get nuttin but a
moment of silence …..
And old ladies screamin stop the violence,
Here we go, another typical video,
niggaz screamin at a city that knows he’s a hoe, really though,
Take a look at you, and then look at me im a G!!!
And you are Y-S-S-U-P .. or P-U-S-S-Y its don’t matter how you
flip it, rearrange it or move it, niggaz die over music….
-Banks
ere the breakdown, pass the doja, .45 in the holster
Hollow tips’ll fold ’em, them niggaz 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 nigga 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 niggaz that rapped in Philly?
See them niggaz 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 niggaz 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
Fuck 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 the sound like Esko
I’m a say ?? if me and Dre talk
All Nas said back was he had a ??
Now that’s the eulogy, beef is kinda foolish see
Niggaz running their mouth about what the fuck 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, nigga 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 niggaz make collect calls
1-800-split a faggot nigga 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 ??, 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 nigga 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 nigga, when you need help with your rhymes
All he gon’ tell you is say G-Unit one more time
Got mad cuz I ain’t wanna make your beef mine
You got lucky with Ja, why you ain’t 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 fucked 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 niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones
The underground is mine, I treat it like home
It’s the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones
The underground is mine, I treat it like home
It’s the reason niggaz saying my name like Mike Jones
I said
The underground is mine, I treat it like home
It’s the reason niggaz 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, nigga this is more than music
Even Dre knew it, that boy hot like summer
Both ?? in the dirt, 300 Bars and Runnin
And I beef with any nigga, say my name motherfuck 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 nigga 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
Cuz 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 nigga 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
Cuz when you fucking with Jayceon, you can bleed in the lake
For caking off niggaz 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 for your shit just a lil bit
Niggaz only for your shit just a lil bit
On my album 50 helped me just a lil bit
Only on two songs, now back to some killer 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
Cuz if your left with the Aryans your ass will sting
And your cell mate is a 25 to lifer
They will stab you then ?? then fuck 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
Nigga 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 nigga, on pictures with the Jake nigga?
Got his crew starving cuz he ain’t the whole cake, nigga
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 nigga 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
Nigga got mad when The Game start buzzing
So fuck making friends now I’m into throwing slugs
Olivia talking about we a family, Game had to go
Nigga I’ll smack that ho like I’m Jackie-O
Cuz 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
Niggaz 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
Cuz I’m a cold nigga 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, cuz 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 ??
Cuz 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, cuz 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 pentition
I be mad, I ain’t, I’m supposed to stop I can’t because
I’m in the hood politican, Impala ??
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 fuck 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 motherfucker move back
While I do B.I.G. and ‘Pac impersonations on two tracks
When I wake the dead, everybody remove hats
We miss y’all, 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 fucking 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 cuz you love your life
Get my Vibe, when it’s war he pull out butter knifes
Muthafucker 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
Fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck the world, on my victory lap
Remember first it was Buddens, then it was Bleek
Now it’s whoever motherfucker, yeah, who want beef?
Now whenever motherfucker, 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…
Weakest diss in history. Homeboy wrote and ESSAY and didn’t DING SHIT….lol, MEANWHILE his WHOLE life, (like Ross) has been exposed. YOU LOSE fuck boi, Bishop Lamont don’t even recognize this LAME…….my bars HIT much harder…..im out.
@milehighkid STFU FAGGOT
300 Bars >>> Your Discography (If You Have 1 Or Ever Will)
300 bars and runnin was weak as shit. the chops were sloppy and the lyrics were lame. games an industry dick rider!
Before Game comments on Shyne biting Biggie, he should look up the word hypocrite in the dictionary; all he does is bite other rapper’s styles. Reminds me of Ras Kass’ diss to Game in “Gayme Over”:
“Remember the time you rapped exactly like Shyne/Didn’t even know this nigga and he shout me out in Rhymes (like…)”
Before Game comments on Shyne biting Biggie, he should look up the word hypocrite in the dictionary; all he does is bite other rapper’s styles. Reminds me of Ras Kass’ diss to Game in Gayme Over:
– Remember the time you rapped exactly like Shyne/Didn’t even know this nigga and he shout me out in Rhymes
biggie took chubb rock’s style, so really shyne wasn’t stealing big’s style.
@Doublespeak good reference w/ that Ras Kass line haha Game is trippin.
Biggie took Chubb Rock’s style? loL. Please provide us with some song titles and verses. I’ve been listening for years, and Chubb’s style from his first song to “Crooklyn Dodgers 2” sounds nothing, NOTHING like Biggie did. From the street battle, to “Warning”, to “Get Money”, to “Somebody Got 2 Die”.
Got a hook from Faith
No verse from Jay
I guess on Westside Story
He thought I spit in his face
Told Ed Lover & Moni Love
I was talking to Ja
With that Maybach line
It was payback time
Keep fucking with me nigga
I’ll put you under me
Take your car and trade it in
For eight 3 hundred C’s
If you cross my T’s
I’ll dot your eyes
You’ll do life in a cemetery
I’ll do mine with Shyne
Game has mastered all of those rapper’s style and that’s deadly. Any rap artist going against that guy, is in for some trouble.
Cracked me up!
Im glad that his album is coming out in a couple of days
LOl didn’t game look up to shyne back in the day? what a lame
Game right on that.When I first heard Shyne,I thought it was some unreleased Biggie song.Fuck that weak ass jew niggaGmae a weak ass nigga now too though.
Shyne watches Marrying The Game and thinks it’s quite engaging for a reality series.
“That’s when he had the voice that he stole from Big”
you mean the one you stole from him? pretty much lost all respect for game..he doesnt know how to keep it real..dude is a clown attention whore
Dumbass, Shyne JACKED Biggie’s flow. Everybody knows this. Listen to SHyne’s first album and tell me that he doesn’t try to sound like Big. That aint got nothing todo with Game “keeping it real” smh…Idiot.
Listen to games first albums he didnt sound like dre or fif then, but he jacked both those fools styles!
lmao
lmaooooooooooo
Haha that man Game is funny as hell. For real.
Game’s a clown but thats a great impression.
game made shyne look ridicolous here. thing with shyne is the more stuff he says now the more credibility he loses if he kept quiet after his jail release he could have used some of that enigma to pop again now he just looks like a fool
also
1. you cannot make a rap comeback being out on an island
2. acting full of profusion and at the same time acting you uphold judaism (latter he is without a doubt doing to implore the US government to let him back in the USA)
Ollie off the Rockies weirdo you are nobody to judge.
Funny no one is mentioning evening big boi says ” are you like a ghost voice for that dude?”. Po may very well be done…but it doesnt mean that their is anything authentically special about Game. He has remained relevant but he def has not had any stand out hit records since one blood.
LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOoo I cant stop laughing!!! Shyne straight GARBAGE
I woke up in the middle of the night, and I noticed my girl wasn’t by my side, could have sworn I was dreaming, for her I was fieding, so I had to take a little ride
lmao
I like Game and Shyne. Game is good with impersonations, period. Shyne was supposed to move on from this LONG ago. Shyne is a real dude and hes solid. This is the very reason he shoulda moved on. There is no way you gonna beat a clown, at clownin around, period. This whole beef is a disaster for Shyne, and has reduced him to looking just like Game…A CLOWN!
lmao this shit is funny as hell, beef is entertaining sometimes
GAME >>> SHYNE …EVEN WHEN SHYNE WAS GOOD. NOW SHYNE IS NO GOOD AND NOBODY. SO FUCK THIS BEEF.
Game is a master at this, check every track he ever did with another artist he steals their voice flow content and delivery dudes a human chameleon. wack
U listen to that many game tracks, and you call him wack!?
SHIT gAME SHOULD DO A SONG IN SHYNES OLD VOICE DISSIN HIM
hahaha love it, game is hilarious
This is nothing new. Game always copies other artists flows when he collaborates with other artists. Thats why I hate when he features other artists….
if game ever made a song in shyne voice dissing himself that shit would be a classic or make a shyne in voice dissing shine that shit would be classic too
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if game ever made a song in shyne voice dissing himself that shit would be a classic or make a shyne in voice dissing shine that shit would be classic too
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I know this fake ass gangsta isnt talking shit about other people stealing voices and flows thats how he came up.
Fantastic. This is evidence that Game would make a much better personality (radio/tv host, stand-up comedian) than a rapper. Imagine the kind of jokes he could come up with using his vast knowledge and appreciation of hip-hop.
LOOOOOOOOL….LMAO…..GAME IS MY FAVOURITE RAPPER NOW.LLOOOOOOL.THAT FUCKED UP SHYNE’S VOICE KILLED IT…..LOOOOOOOOOL WTF?LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL……”I M SHYNE POOOH!! I RHYME LIKE A HO!..I RHYME LIKE M CLIMBING UP THAT POLE”…………….LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL.
THE GAME SHOULD CONSIDER A RADIO SHOW WHERE HE MAKES FUN OF RAPPERS….LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL
BIG BOY TRIED TO KEEP A STRAIGHT FACE….LOOOOOOOL.HE COULDNT HELP IT…LOOOOOOOOOL…I WAS WONDERING COZ THE SHIT WAS CRACKIN ME UP…I WAS LIKE HOW THE FUCK BIG BOY KEEPING A STRAIGHT FACE…THAT SHIT WAS FUNNY…LOOOOOOOL GAME KILLED IT.IMMA COP HIS ALBUM FOR REAL JUST TO SHOW HIM SUPPORT.THAT SHIT CRACKED ME UP…THE SHYNE IMPRESSION WAS DOPE…DEAD ON POINT….LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL
Heard JESUS PIECE it’s a CLASSIC!! I’m tired of people calling every new album that but really Jesus Piece came out of nowwhere and it reminds me of Kanyes Graduation and a little The Documentary. It will definately be a rival of Kendrick’s album for album of the year!!
In my opinon this is the best Hip Hop Album (besides good Kid maad city) since Kanye’s MBDTF.
If ya’ll don’t believe me go listen to it, just leaked.
The Graduation was far from a classic. Like far from it. I would have respect it if you said late registration or College drop out. But the Graduation is not a classic. MBDTF is way better then Graduation. Just had to throw that out there.
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This how you know niggas is lame as fuck. When they come on a website to argue over Game and Shine. And what makes it worst is they are arguing over these niggas voice.
i don’t keep up with these beefs but wasn’t it the game that was saying on the phone with shyne and that he called him in jail and saw him as a big brother figure who gave him many advices?
*talking on the phone with shyne i mean*
game is way too funny
this made my day