You don't know me (Feat The Game)

Buck & Game]
Tape conversation
Streets wanna know
What young buck gon' do?
How, how young buck gon' respond?
(YEAH!)
(What nigga)
(Its a new day)(Game))
(Young buck, Game)Game))
(What!!)

If you see me in the streets rollin (I'm on it)
If you see me on the block holdin' (What nigga)
If you see me rollin' by (yeah), remember that you don't know me
(You don't know me)

[Young Buck]
Bitch niggas do bitch thangs
Look at 50 what he does just to get fame
Record my phone call when I spoke from the heart
That was a year ago, this was a joke from the start
You a hoe, and I know, the only people record conversation is 5-0
They die slow.
Ciara go while you got a chance
Let a real nigga put a band on your hand
Understand I dont bite the hand that feeds me
But I will if the hand says you dont need me
Look at y'all on T.V.
Banks look uneasy
If he told you how he feel
This is where he'd be
And they know, Yayo is stuck in your a-hole
Half of your staff only there for your payroll
Hey, T.I.P. lay-low, you ain't got to respond
He had the magic stick, I got the magic wand
Im the don (here I come)

If you see me in the streets rollin (I'm on it)
If you see me on the block holdin' (What nigga)
If you see me rollin' by (yeah), remember that you don't know me
(You don't know me)

(That shit is over nigga, it's my turn!)

[Game]
It's a G and Young buck, It's a G and The Game
Banks yayo and 50 ain't no G in they'r name
I'm a certified gangsta, fuck them wanksters
Cant carry no heat but you can still get shanked up
The beef aint a chevy but it still get cranked up
You dont care about your son if you did he would be yanked up
Tapin' niggas phone call, what kind of shit is that
I felt the itch I knew the G-Unit white beez was tap'ed
I spoke to M.O.P. chop it with Billy and Fame we good
Real niggas dont play the silly ass games.
I told buck in 05' I can never stay loyal
To a homo snitch nigga thats weaker then tin foil
This nigga wanna play games with that Cashville nigga
And that Cedar block gang
Get the fuck out of Tyson mansion and turn the drama up
This nigga bitch try to burn his own baby mama up
Let's go Buck!

Real niggas do real thangs
Real niggas never die, never give names
But for real nigga cry, then its real pain
So on the real my nigga I don't feel ashamed
Ain't no pussy in my veins I'm a G
Whitout me ya'll just a U-N-I-T
Whitout me ya'll shall just give it out free
Cuz in the South, we, consider you weak
Nigga when I speak, the streets get relief
Then really find the truth all about this beef
A victim of defeat when your album was released
What Jay-z made Kanye look like a beast
The BET told Jim Jones they'r was peace
Just tryin to get some New York love at least,
But they lovin' me
Im laughin' at you why you worried about me
When your punk ass respond im'ma give you verse 3
Haha, you'll see!

If you see me in the streets rollin (I'm on it)
If you see me on the block holdin' (What nigga)
If you see me rollin' by (yeah), remember that you don't know me
(You don't know me)

(Tapin' the phone calls you whole ass nigga,
Shit man, I feel you buck nigga get that shit off your chest nigga
Share the tears too man
Whole ass nigga don't respect nothin but a dick)

I terrorize your click cuz im a motherfuckin' boss
Keep playin you be M.I.A., like Rick ross
I'v been fuckin' with Buck the whole time
The whole nine
You made us millionaires bitch, thanks for the co-sign
Took the pen to wash your hands, threw it in the ocean
My style is quicksand now you'r movin in slow motion
You done made that nigga Buck mad, I told you boy
Walk around like a buff-ass Soulja Boy
That nigga Tony Yayo got a felony but ain't J-Yo
Suck a million dicks soon as the nigga fifty say so
Banks, fuck you nigga, you starvin'
I give a buck 50 let Buck fuck fifty and carve him
You gon' die regardless when I spin this revolver
King of New York beware of the ghost of Christopher Wallace
Dont drink this nigga water you don't know whats in that shit
I took one sip and got sick of that fuckin' snitch
Now it's on!

[Thanks to **2Pacdadon** for the following]
[Game] *Whistles* Come here boy, sit boo-boo, SIT. Good dog

[Buck] Ah man I guess you must have forgot,
every man got an emotional side to him.
Yeah. Whether they choose to show it or whether they choose to hide it.
Ha Ha, dont make you less then no mothafuckin' man 50, I'm a G 50.
So let me talk to you punk ass. Hey what you wanna hear?
When you put that shit out, you should have told them it
was a conversation we had something like an year ago.