[Chorus]
Kan-yeezy help 'em out please
Just Bleezey help 'em out please
Em-eezy help 'em out please
Somebody go tell Free to help 'em out
Yea Young Neefe help 'em out
Dress up like Run D.M.C to help 'em out
Yo P, go see Beans and break 'em out
'Fore I show these Young dummies what beefin all about

[Verse 1 - Rockstar]
Fresh off the tour bus homie I'm back
I was stompin In Compton loadin my strap
And n***as seem a lil pissed
'Cause now I'm in the city wit huge Canary yellow diamonds On my gold wrist
Only took one verse and Game was convinced
I got the stray jacket flow, I'm insane when I spit
How y'all talkin' that Young Gun shit
Y'all young, but y'all ain't guns, y'all ain't dumped one clip
I'm The Game's young gun and I'm one young pit
And I'll bite both of y'all fuck that Young Gun shit
'Cause Chris is a snitch even they know that
On the stand pointin' now look where Spade-O at
Stuck behind prison bars, dealin wit them prison guards
Only get to see outside when he in tha prison yard
Yea and this is real n***a shit
Real n***as rather send you a shell then see you in jail
[Chorus]
Kan-yeezy help 'em out please
Just Bleezey help 'em out please
Em-eezy help 'em out please
Somebody go tell Free to help 'em out
Yea Young Neefe help 'em out
Dress up like Run D.M.C to help 'em out
Yo P, go see Beans and break 'em out
'Fore I show these Young dummies what beefin all about

[Verse 2 - Rockstar]
Yea a real n***a ain't Chris, a real n***a ain't Neef
A real n***a dats Cis, so how you feelin hard?
I went from runnin tha underground
To Tha Blackwall so I'm still in charge
You wanna holla at Game? now Cis involved
Y'all ain't sick at all, plus y'all n***as been slippin off
Chris stole Jay whole style, get off his dick and balls
Y'all rappers that rap that's why Mac ain't stick wit y'all
I got Lil Neef complainin' to Chris like what we gone do
We wit The Game and he sick yea
I keep the thang on my hip
And I aim to draw blood
Like a blood when he bang on a crip
You should neva bite the hand that feeds you
Suckin so much Hova dick y'all done turned ya back on Sigel
And none of y'all clap that chrome
So I wouldn't be surprised you get smacked up when Mac come home
And this cat not shook
That's why I'm tha most talked about Philly since Mac got booked
Yea, yea
[Chorus]
Kan-yeezy help 'em out please
Just Bleezey help 'em out please
Em-eezy help 'em out please
Somebody go tell Free to help 'em out
Yea Young Neefe help 'em out
Dress up like Run D.M.C to help 'em out
Yo P, go see Beans and break 'em out
'Fore I show these Young dummies what beefin all about

[Verse 3 - Game]
Let me tell you 'bout the boys and where they come from
Grew up in nice town how they call they self the Young Gunz? Dame Dash left, now Beans don't fuck wit 'em
Free sign to Jay now Roc got stuck wit 'em, damn
Now Def Jam can't even make a buck wit 'em
'Cause they ain't got one of them Teairra Marí cuts in 'em
When I blaze it'll feel like a truck hit 'em
Leave 'em a swisher in Philly wit no guts in 'em
A 100 pounds slug slice right through 'em
Hit the corner bullets curve like tha logo on tha Pumas
Hollows in one ear and out the other like a rumor
He got shot before he got a chance to grow a ????
And I'ma drive by Louie ???
Put tha hammer in Neef mouth while he chewin his food Everybody in Philadelphia know you's a fool
You gon' make me make Jay lose his cool, damn
[Chorus]
Kan-yeezy help 'em out please
Just Bleezey help 'em out please
Em-eezy help 'em out please
Somebody go tell Free to help 'em Out
Yea Young Neefe help 'em out
Dress up like Run D.M.C to help 'em out
Yo P, go see Beans and break 'em out
'Fore I show these Young dummies what beefin all about

[Outro - Game]
First Buddens
Then Bleek
Then the whole G-Unit
As a staff, record label and a motherfuckin' group
Now you lil faggots
I sold more records for y'all then y'all did y'all mothafuckin' self
The new prince of Philly, Rockstar