G-unit - I'm Leavin (Fat Joe Diss) lyrics

[Intro: 50 Cent] I'm leavin, on the next plane I don't know when I'll be back again [Hook: G-Unit] I'm a Southside n***a you could find me where the money at Find me in your crib with the nina where that money at See me I found that remedy to stop from telling I'll put the ruger to your forehead, pop your melon [Verse 1: 50 Cent] See me I gets busy, front and it's a wrizzy I move with the Semis, zip zip through the city The law can't get me, the Lord gotta get me I make sh** hot, then lay low till it fizzy You think you know Fiddy?! You don't know Fiddy! In a S-5 fiddy, the fo' fo' with me My man Yayizzy stay off the hizzy Sell fiends whizzy, they smoke crack till they dizzy (OH!!!!) Your man Joey Crack, I told him before He don't want it with me, YOU PUSSY FAT BOY!!!! You wanna go to war? Ok Ok I'll go to war?! Catch ya slippin put ya put ya brains on the floor [Refrain: 50 Cent] I'm leavin, on the next plane D's ran up in my crib and found c**aine Fingerprints on the hammers and h**n Before I go back to jail I'm squeezin mayne [Hook] [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] (50 Cent) Look! The television caters to pop, not violent hits (Yeah!) The Unit ain't fall off it's all politics (WE THE BEST!!!!!!!) n***as don't throw rights they throw hollow tips And they don't wanna get married they want model chicks (TELL 'EM BANKS!!!!!!!!) Sex, liquor and dough, bottle piff f** buyin the Phantom, I'll just borrowed Fif's Yesterday's that is tomorrow's this From a land and a hill to a Colorado cliff n***a you violate me I'm sendin' you to God I'm no peacemaker, that's my j**eler's job (fu*k THAT!!!!) I spit it how I live it n***a you the fraud!! Put my weight on your back you wouldn't move the yard [Refrain] [Hook] [Verse 3: Tony Yayo] (50 Cent) Yeah! Aiyyo! Touch one of mine, I'll touch one of yours Send us to the hospital, I'll send yours to the morgue I'm like Jesus to the hood, and God to the industry All 50's enemies are all of my enemies (WOOOOOOOO!!!!) I'm a smoker O.G. kush in the jar Drop the top on the Lamb place the poker with car Glock automatic yo, b**h got a fatty yo Fourteen bricks, Pablo k**in Fabio I'm tryin to put 700's they didn't made them yet Yep! They got 'em now baby, the F-700's crazy! Why buy the refrigerator doors I blend up the D and cook up the hard [Outro: 50 Cent] I'm leavin, on the next plane I don't know when I'll be back again Yeah!!!! I watched Rap City! I see this fat n***a Joe up there frontin Don't nobody like this n***a's sh**, this n***a's wack son! That n***a J. Holiday is the new n***a, and he's makin the sh** hot!!! n***as really don't wanna hear your fata** n***a!!!! sh** is wack son!!!! Tell ya straight up n***a!!!!! And I'm easy to find n***a! You can't find me, look in the motherf**in Yellow Pages!!! I'm right across the street from Madison Square Garden Everybody come there for a motherf**in interview!!!! Everybody come and talk to me when they need to take a meetin!!! WHY YOU CAN'T FIND ME?! HUH!? HARD TO FIND A ni**a THAT YOU KNOW GOT A GUN!? RIGHT?! HARD TO FIND A ni**a THAT YOU KNOW RIDIN 'ROUND IN BULLETPROOF sh*t! HARD TO FIND ni**a HUH?! WELL, NOW YOU GOT MY UNDIVIDED INDIVIDUAL ATTENTION!!! I'm ON YOUR ASS NOW!!!!