Big Shot (G-Unit Diss)Joe Budden

[Joe Budden]
Okay Dub
It's...It's...It's (What?)
It's that on Top Music

[Hook]
You had to be a big Shot, Didn't Ya'?
Had to open up Ya' Mouth
You had to be a big Shot, Didn't Ya'?
Had to prove it to the crowd
Had to Have the last word that Night
You Know what everything's about
You had to be a big Shot, Didn't Ya'?
You had to be a big Shot, Didn't Ya'?

[Verse 1]
Yeah Yeah, It's Ya' Boy Boy, listen to 'em
I think maybe the steroids is finally gettin' to him
Or maybe it's people believing all the hard raps
Or maybe it's the tank top with the bra straps
Maybe he's really believing he's a heathen
Like dude he stole his name from
Dude ain't the same none
Nothing's hardbody about him, He's like puddin'
So can't we all beat off all his white Goodmen
Now I can and just wait till his team dissolve
Or I can go and get you picked, no screens involved
I get you offed for a clip, no fiends involved
Or we can take it one further, get Queens invovled
Where they know he never went to Jail, never over a banger
He went to bootcamp, not in pop with the gansgtas
Sorta' like Yayo who stayed in P.C
And you can ask anybody up in MDC
But I guess he's a tough guy now that he's free
But doing that kind of jail time is easy
But it's not beneath me, really I gives a fuck
I could put the whole Unit on the next Nip & Tuck (But!)
He keep his dudes in check, I keep it real with him
Punched Banks in the face and he still with 'em
Don't worry 'bout me putting clips in the forty
To pistol whip Lloyd when 50'll do it for me

[Hook]
You had to be a big Shot, Didn't Ya'?
Had to open up Ya' Mouth
You had to be a big Shot, Didn't Ya'?
Had to prove it to the crowd
Had to Have the last word that Night
You Know what everything's about
You had to be a big Shot, Didn't Ya'?
You had to be a big Shot, Didn't Ya'?

[Verse 2]
Far as the kid Game, he lame to say the least
Mad he from the West, so he diverted to the East
All he talk about, him and his man that'll blast pounds
But when you see him, he just dancing in the background
I tore Game apart
Thought by now the asshole would have a change of heart
Especially since I got the tape of this GANGSTA on "Change of Heart"
Teary eyed cause his shorty had a change of heart
But I smell something fishy, there's a con in the air
Slacks, his tongue pierced, streaks blonde in his hair
Who's he playing with? Keep saying shit
And ya' body will take the same tour Reagan's did
Still trying to get a buzz, embarrassed, the kid's hurtin'
Reachin', he's losin' his head, he's Nick Bergman
And far as Banks & Buck, I'm done discussing 'em (Why?)
I only beef with niggas who own publishing
Curtis you a bum, and you almost done
Same artist you was dissing exactly's what become
Saw him at Summer Jam, and all he did was stare
Walked on stage, all you heard was chairs/ cheers (they threw the chairs at him)
Don't be seen no more, he's a queen no more
And he can't even step foot in Queens no more
Selling his soul, Banks, hope you're proud of your father
Now we all see the [Power of a Dollar]

[Hook]
You had to be a big Shot, Didn't Ya'?
Had to open up Ya' Mouth
You had to be a big Shot, Didn't Ya'?
Had to prove it to the crowd
Had to Have the last word that Night
You Know what everything's about
You had to be a big Shot, Didn't Ya'?
You had to be a big Shot, Didn't Ya'?