Fiddy ain't got a clue, he tryna fill Tupac's shoes,
Dissin the Game this punk gonn end up in nothin but bruises,
Reckons everytime he starts a beef the other dogg loses,
Game you don't need him, he needs your dollars to feed him,
Tell Banks, Fiddy and Buck to all bow down and give you a suck,
$$$$ Fiddy, he's no Biggie, or even bigger than his protege Diddy,
He's no CEO, can't rap or flow, needs G Unit to bring in his bread dough,
Dre helped him go, now he's pushing his own boulder,
With Buck and Banks by his side lancin over that chip on his shoulder,
Had a lot of respect now I wanna help squash this insect,
Sit down Fiddy, look at who's the boss and give it a double check,
DRE mutha$$$$er, go think bout ya actions and take a raincheck,
So now it's soon to be over for the G-G-G-G UNIT soldier,
His downfall traced back from a beef with the BLACKWALL STREET.



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