-Game talkin-
   (pshh) We got a problem Houston...
   Not Marcus Houston, or his lil' rappin side kick
   We got a real motha fuckin problem...
   And theres only gonna be one of these songs,
   After that I'ma knock your motha fuckin ass out...
  
   -verse 1-
   Bitch niggas get put in a coffin
   With all that psychopath talkin
   You listenin to da source, and I ain't from boston
   I'm gang bangin, red G-6's
   Call 'em how I see em, these niggas is bitches
   And clue put this nigga on a song
   Now it's G-unit and I came to get it on
   You ain't hot, nigga you luke warm
   I'll hog tie your ass wit G-unit shoes on
   You had pump it up, that was a cool song
   You only sold 10 records nigga now move on
   Talkin bout you got ratchets and twos on
   when You was at the allstar game wit no jewels on
   I cant believe I gave you dap
   Wit da 45 on me, I should've gave you dat
   Pistol whipped you, layed you flat
   Jumped off Buddens, nah a disgrace for a yankee hat
   And it's time to state my biz
   Only nigga pushin Rock in jersey is Jason Kidd
   You a phony nigga, I erase your wit
   Have you runnin to da church like Mase done did.
  
   Buddens, Buddens, Buddens
   Buddens, Buddens, Buddens
   Buddens, Buddens, Buddens
   Buddens, Buddens, Buddens
   Buddens, Buddens, Buddens
   Buddens, Buddens, Buddens
   Buddens, Buddens, Buddens
   Buddens, Buddens, Buddens
  
   You don't know me..fool
   To dis me on DJ..Clue
   I don't need no assistance
   to dig you a ditch and
   Any problem I got, I just put my clip in
   You fake like Janet's titty
   One call, 300 bloods at Atlantic City
   You bad boy then dance like diddy
   I give celebrity beat downs, I bring da camera wit me
   On dat mixtape shit, you know my man was 50
   And I keep some chrome in da tanish dickies
   Smoke nigga like a gram of sticky
   And I know my way to Harlem, I'd take you to Branstons wit me
   Come to Compton, you'll vanish quickly
   I got niggas in da hood dat'll kill you for a can of Migee's
   Gangs of L.A. we never die..
   And we'll let hollow tips fly at Joe..
  
   Buddens, Buddens, Buddens
   Buddens, Buddens, Buddens
   Buddens, Buddens, Buddens
   Buddens, Buddens, Buddens
   Buddens, Buddens, Buddens
   Buddens, Buddens, Buddens
   Buddens, Buddens, Buddens
   Buddens, Buddens, Buddens
  
   I drive through da desert storm, kick up dust
   Red and blue rags hanging outta pick up trucks
   Get banks on da phone, nigga hit Young Buck
   Tell him we got a problem wit dis dumb fuck
   You was just in da city of angels
   In da W lobby, in da presence of gangstas
   I'm da nigga dat'll beat you wit da stainless
   And leave you alive so you can run and tell Skane (bitch)
   I got niggas in Jersey, dat'll hang you
   I'ma Los Angeles king, wit New York rangers
   And you lucky Yayo got dat beeper in his ankle
   Joe Buddens da true definition of a wangsta
  
   Buddens, Buddens, Buddens
   Buddens, Buddens, Buddens
   Buddens, Buddens, Buddens
   Buddens, Buddens, Buddens
   Buddens, Buddens, Buddens
   Buddens, Buddens, Buddens
   Buddens, Buddens, Buddens
   Buddens, Buddens, Buddens
  
   -Game talking-
   Dis nigga try and act like he ain't know wat da fuck he was doin
   You knew what you was doin nigga
   Stop lying to da fuckin people nigga
   Go jump on a freestyle, niggas on dat fly shit
   Try to dis G-Unit nigga
   And I'm on da fuckin first verse
   You ain't slick nigga
   I caught dat shit like a mother fuckin
   Gregg Mayers fastball nigga
   50 get Dre on da phone
   See if dat nigga remember what Joe Buddens 2nd single was
   Cause I don't
   I took a survey in da hood nigga, went to da projects
   Asked bitches if they was feelin your shit
   They was like "Nope."
   Went to da hood, asked niggas if they was feelin your shit
   They was like "Nope."
   Then I went to Jersey, caught me a fuckin flight man
   Took my last $500 man
   Flew to jersey, asked niggas in Jersey if they liked your shit
   They was like "Nope."
   So I said fuck it, I'ma take this nigga motha fuckin head off
   BlackWallStreet, AfterMath, G-G-G-G-Unit
   u know wat it is nigga, and u know where to find me...