Mayne I love T.I., I love his music and everythang. He gettin Shawty Lo ass but god damn Luda got his ass for real!!!! Omg, I remember dhis song from along time ago and I remember the radio air buzz about the diss and I kinda didnt understand but now I do. I mean "Stay off the T.I.P. of my dick!!". You cant tell Luda got his ass! But Im out..Holla!

*Ladii E | Mrs. Johnson*

regardless, erybody on the track ripped it!

Cant nobody say luda aint kill t.i. on this shit....dis iz y da beef ended so quickly lol

Luda did go harder than T.I. but T.I. went hard too. But Luda did kill em. Very good callbo.

i loved this when it first came out. I like The Game but I like this song better without him on it.

hahaha nobody is thinkin bout plus ur beef aint lagit so please stay off the T.I.P of my DIICK hahahaha man that verse is the shit

aw yea da game on hur dat nigga bumpin 2

ti went in da dictionry wit dat cuz ludacris is a real word he said me getin beat down dats ludacris.
it mean ridiculous bt he waz tawkin bout luda so i kinda c it az a tie bt luda had da upper hand

me getting be down thats luda chris off cause T.I lost cause luda went last but that was still a nice diss lol that shit was funny as fuck lol...

Intro - Young Buck]
Uh-oh
Young Buck
Dirty south, yeah

[Chorus - Young Buck]
I hear him talkin' but he bout to get that ass stomp
Watch I get the club crunk, I'mma make him stomp
We ain't playin', wanna front? Get that ass stomp
Do it like them dirty south boys do and stomp
Now where you from? Who the boss? I'mma break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Let me break him off
Now where you from? Who the boss? I'mma break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Let me break him off

[Young Buck]
I'm Cadillac'in through the hood, sittin' on 24s
TVs playin', rims spinnin', blowin' plenty dro
Don't have to mention, when you pimpin' you get plenty hos
It's all on you if you gon' trick or you gon' get your dough
I know I got these haters mad, I can love that
When you got love for the streets they give you love back
Look in my eyes, you can tell I ain't never scared
Poppin' them thangs, I'm rockin' my chain anywhere
If you gon' represent your hood what you waitin' on?
Security better back up when they play this song
And we 'bout fifty strong, please don't make us do you wrong
My click of guerillas, they got they G-Units on
All of that mean muggin' really don't mean nothin'
Come on take it outside, let me see somethin'
Wha-wha-wha-what now? Don't get bu-bu-bucked down
Stop all this hatin' or this club gon' get shu-shut down
Now where you from? Who the boss? I'mma break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Let me break him off

[Chorus]

[The Game]
G-G-G-Unit, comin' straight outta Compton,
Lace up my G-6's and I'm A-Town stompin'
Got ten-thousand cash in my pocket, let the pump in
Cause Luda and Young Buck always gettin' me into somethin'
Low rider out front, I'm trying to get into somethin'
Step on Banks, shoot one more time and I'mma start bustin'
Rows gold in my grill, I got a dirty mouth
And a bitch with a fat ass from the dirty-dirty south
I wasn't tryin' to get the cover of the Double XL
Just tryin' to fuck Mya, cause Dre said sex sells
Don't be mad at the rocks in my fuckin' chain
Don't be mad cause your bitch chose Buck and Game
You see the logo tatted on my neck
The same one I'm autographin' on the chest
Put your bottles in the air for Yayo, he on house arrest
And on behalf of 50 Cent, this is G-Unit West
Now, stomp, G-G-G-G-Unit
Now, stomp, G-G-G-G-Unit

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
Motherfucker,
I'm a monster in this game, similar to the Loch Ness
My rhymes are nappy rooted, some verses got a process
The truth in this booth, ain't no doubts when I'm rappin'
If I say it I've either done it, or it's 'bout to happen
When I pull up in the Louis truck on 26s people dumb out
If lifes a crack game I'm rolling sevens on the come out
These rappers think I'm ignorant, love saying my name
Cause maintainin' my fish tank and they house cost the same
Ask me, I'd say I made it and it sure wasn't luck
Because hustlers relate to me and some are younger than Buck
You see I'm married to my music, but we got a prenup
So if that bitch don't act right I'm still gettin' my cut
My deals never get screwed, my contracts practice abstinence
I'm masterin' this program, hazin' these undergraduates
So pimpin' "Be Easy", quit catchin' feelings
Cause you worth a couple hundred-grand and I'm worth millions
Nobodys thinkin' bout you plus your beef ain't legit
So please stay off the "T.I.P." of my dick

[Chorus]