The Game - Body Bags (Tony Yayo and 50 Cent diss)
[The Game talking] 
Is 07 shit 
We runnin' through summers 
in dual hummers 
and tell them my crew coming for war 
[Verse 1] 
Ay yooooooooooooooo! 
I can't let the day go without lettin' the K go 
Now watch his face blow, YAYO! 
Heard you hidin' in the big apple 
Better keep hidin' for them Puerto Ricans kidnap you 
9-3 gangsta ties 
Haitans down in Miami (zoe gang!) 
yeah, them Haitins down in Miami 
Fat Joe don't xxxx with you, Nas don't like you 
So who they gonna blame when the long nose snipe you 
Potado on the muscle, black tape on the grip 
We in the A-Team van with black tape on your bitch 
She gonna tell us where you at 
We gonna twist that dro' 
and just wait 'til that rat come out the that whole 
No, the streets ain't safe 
When we see him we gonna eat that face 
Nobody we gonna beat that case 
Yeah, it's on again, two shots of patron I'm in 
Drive slow and let the motherfuckin' chronic spin 
[Chorus: Damian Marley (The Game)] 
Out in the streets they call it murder (whispering: murder, murder, murder... kill, kill, kill...) 
(You can't xxxx with the real!) 
Out in the streets they call it murder (murder, murder, murder... kill, kill, kill...) 
(Nigga, don't cross the real!) 
They call it murd... They call it murd... They call it murd... 
(murder, murder, murder... kill, kill, kill...) 
They call it murd... 
(You can't xxxx with the real!) 
They call it murd... They call it murd... They call it murd... They call it murd... 
(Nigga, don't cross the real!) 
[Verse 2] 
What type of xxxxx niggaz put his hands on kids (Homo!) 
Pull up that black van on his (Nope) 
We don't do the kid slap, we do the kid snatchin' 
Eyewitness news, there's been a kidnappin' 
Feed 'em real good, takin' home to play with Harlem 
Sit by the phone, just wait it's your daddy callin' 
Naah, we don't get down like that 
but 50's momma we'll put you in the ground like that 
Cuuuurtisss 
Tryin' to make peace with Dipset 
but you ain't even address the beef with Jin yet 
It's on now, better call dr. Ben and Russell 
Set up a peace treaty or go get some muscle 
Call the lighty brothers, call all your lil' flunkies 
Call the snitch hotline and get the G-Unit monkeys 
Call the cops, I'm still 100 miles an runnin' 
Then call the God and tell him your xxx is comin' 
[Chorus: Damian Marley (The Game)] 
Out in the streets they call it murder (murder, murder, murder... kill, kill, kill...) 
(You can't xxxx with the real!) 
Out in the streets they call it murder (murder, murder, murder... kill, kill, kill...) 
(Never cross the real!) 
They call it murd... They call it murd... They call it murd... 
(murder, murder, murder... kill, kill, kill...) 
They call it murd... 
(You can't xxxx with the real!) 
They call it murd... They call it murd... They call it murd... They call it murd... 
(Never cross the real!) 
[Verse 3] 
This ain't "Ether", nah, this ain't "Hit 'em up" 
This is a lot of dead bodies, who gonna pick them up 
We just shot the corner 
Who gonna drive the truck 
Fuck the whole G-Unit who lied to Buck 
Fuck Spider too, now that's for Big Fase 
I know where you countin' your sheeps 
I'll have some Crips waitin' 
youtube banger, tell me how that clip taste 
You kiss Lakisha in that mouth, tell me how my dick taste 
I got the crown nigga, it's going down nigga 
and Los Angelesss - it's my town nigga! 
I got a place where bodies don't get found nigga 
Where the dead sleep and ghost don't make a sound nigga 
The real 50 Cent, he knew Jimmy Henchmen, the real Jimmy Henchmen 
Look at them niggaz flinchin' 
We ain't gonna do shit 
I'll have your crew sit (?) 
So play like them is toy guns and this is just music 
[Chorus: Damian Marley (The Game)] 
Out in the streets they call it murder (murder, murder, murder... kill, kill, kill...) 
(You can't xxxx with the real!) 
Out in the streets they call it murder (murder, murder, murder... kill, kill, kill...) 
(Don't ever cross the real!) 
They call it murd... They call it murd... They call it murd... 
(murder, murder, murder... kill, kill, kill...) 
They call it murd... 
(Niggaz can't xxxx with the real!) 
They call it murd... They call it murd... They call it murd... They call it murd... 
(Don't xxxx with the real!) 
[The Game talking] 
It's Blackwall Street nigga! 
Is 07, we can't be xxxx with 
Try and die, motherfuckers 
I run the world, it's on!