[Intro]:
Y'all n***as in trouble, should've never fucked with Yuk
G-G-G-Gay Unit!
Bitch ass Game you could never fuck with Yuk you bitch!

[Chorus]:
We keep them gats clappin' to a n***a like him
Fuck G-Unit, you know the Game's about to end
Regime Life, We back up in this bitch again
You can run with snitches or run with killaz and win

[Verse]:
You ain't no thug, you a faggot ass tongue ring mush face
Bitch that won't talk that blood shit in front of Suge face
You ain't a Compton blood, M.O.B. mobbed out
How you got a million when you living at your mom's house?
On the Interscope DVD at your mom's house
See me on my DVD drop coupe, rocked out!
This n***a faker than Eminem on Wash House
Come down South to get knocked out, Pac'd out!
Watch Out! Make strategic movements, J Prince already ran
The G-Unit outta Houston
Y'all n***as music, I peeped the blueprint
Suge Knight slapped that n***a, he didn't do shit!
Got slapped two different times, he didn't do shit!
Disrespect the Eazy tattoo, you ain't Ruthless!
Dropped the album with JT, that didn't do shit!
Now he mister hard body since he with the Unit
Wanna beat my ass? Then prove it! What you gon' do?
Sucker punch me and run, and D'mack for da gun?
I don't play that!
I'll put you in da coffin with nuns, prayin' for you, you ain't Eazy-E's son
Get off his dick! That's why yo lips filled with Eazy-E cum
How this n***a from the slums man he got an earring in his tongue. Bitch!
How I'm getting fucked?
Droppes Benz, big spokes, n***a gotta fuck Yuk rich and Chris Hicks broke! Master biter, The Game the mark, the stainless heart
I'll rip yo fuckin' brain apart
Tryin' to tell you at the club bitch n***a play yo part
You that bitch n***a from "Change Of Heart": tongue ring!
You the internet thug, the war ain't ended with Yuk
Until I put some hollow tips in yo mug
Why diss now? You wasn't talkin' shit at the club
That's cute he tryin' to prove to 50 Cent he a thug
Call 40 he'll let you know I devour boys
And he let you know that my family is the flower boys
Ed Flowers, Joe Flowers, real power boy!
Got shot with yo own shit you a coward boy!
You runnin' with snitches, you sleepin' with fishes
I'll put yo brains on them fuckin' new G-6's
Saw you in da club, wasn't talkin' that slick shit, so why wait three months to come with some diss shit?
[Chorus 2x]

(Yukmouth)
N***a, you sound phony as fuck!
Yamean!
Regime Life!
N***a!
Who you fuckin' with n***a?
Blood n***as don't know you n***a!
Yadadamean!
You ain't M.O.B. n***a!
You ain't no real blood, you fuckin' basketball n***a!
Yadadamean!

[Chorus 2 2x]:

I know you gon' let me shine and get mine, this bitch n***a Game has stepped up on the line
The boys in yo brain, yo brains is on the line, but I hope they don't let Yuk in with his nine'

[Outro]:

I can't believe you n***a
I saw you at the club n***a, I told you I had beef with 50 Cent n***a
You said,"That's between y'all n***a"
You said you didn't want no beef n***a
You gave a n***a dab, I gave you dab, it was cool
I thought we didn't have no beef n***a
You fuckin' internet thug n***a!
You keep gettin' slapped by Suge Knight n***a!
You bitch, you ain't no blood n***a
Yadadamean! Fuckin' coward n***a!
Yamean, you got them n***as tryin' to get you to rap against me n***a?
I'm the king of the west n***a, you fuckin' poodle!
Get it right bitch! Yadadamean!
I end n***as careers baby! Look at Master P n***a!
Every n***a, I wrote on has been silent n***a!
All my n***as in L.A. is them n***as thats jackin' them n***as at the club n***a
You know how we get down, you bitch ass chump! N***a!
That lil' fake ass G-Unit chain you was holdin' on when you was talkin' to me, if you checked me why was you holdin' on your chain when we talkin'?
If you wanna box me, you gon' tuck yo chain, you ain't gon' hold yo chain, that's a bitch move n***a!
A bitch move is showin' a n***a yo gun and not usin' it, n***a I'm not Joe Budden n***a!
This is the M.O.B. n***a!
J Prince n***a!
You could neva come to Houston n***a!
Neva come to the Bay you bitch!
Neva come to the midwest Chicago!
Maan I tell you, you bitch, my n***a Speedy came to the Jim Jones video shoot and checked yo ass n***a!
He said, "Bo and Yuk got beef n***a"
And you said, "If 50 was to die today, I'm gettin' paid from a white boy at Interscope n***a"
Be real n***a!
Let a n***a know what really happened n***a!
Quit fuckin' with me like that you bitch! N***a!
And I don't box I hit n***as wit glockz in da head you bitch!
You know how I do n***a
Yadadamean!
It's Oakland on mine n***a, Regime life n***a
Yeah you see me in my Benz you bitch
[Music Stops]
I got jewelry for everyday of the week punk
Fuck that lil' ass yellow-gold, whatever the fuck you rockin' with, step yo shit up bitch!
Hand me down jewelry n***a
And Compton ain't fuckin' with you!
Chump!
You fuckin' bum, I'm outta here n***a you... see this shit on the forum you chump!
Internet ass thug
[Gunshot]