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(Shots fired)

Yeah, do it
Yeah, I hip hop
I love this hip hop game
This here is a little nigga man
Stay in motherfucking lane nigga
You fucking the Don nigga
me

Fifty me, Fifty, the fakest that you've ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never been
I got you, I'm gonna get give you
My, My, fo fo fo fo
My, My, fo fo fo fo
My, My, fo fo fo fo
I'm going to give it to you baby, and slow

Fifty you goin to end up dead when you fuckin with
Talk about your girl pop off, the fuck you be at
I see MJ in the more than Curtis
Matter of fact, beef shit is making niggaz nervous
It's be families grieving every sunday service
End up with your head popped off to Curtis
But he dont care, still locked up in his house and shit
Steroid up and he come about that bitch
Is it me or does candy sound like magic stick?
In the video, this nigga fifty to strip
Shaking his ass, what the fuck is wrong with nigga
don't make me
Oh yeah, you got sixty-five on your team
And they're not from Southside Jamaica,
They're the boys in blue, and I'm just speaking the
Yeah we all see the in you
me

Fifty me, Fifty, he's the fakest that you've ever
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can been seen
I got you, I'm gonna get give you
My, My, fo fo fo fo
My, My, fo fo fo fo
My, My, fo fo fo fo
I'm going to give it to you baby, and slow

Now let's take it back to awards
Where that nigga and then snuffed your balls
A minute ago, all I heard was
Fifty ran and they didn't even do shit
That's a shame, I was right in the front
Waiting for you niggaz to
Where are all guns and them teflon vests?
We them terror boys
You should not to test us
Hate it or love it, The on top
Now you of him, when your shit going to stop?
You've me before
a bitch nigga straight out of low cash
And don't believe him, this nigga is so ass
You dissed lean back, said my was a dud
Now tell me, have you ever seen 'em up in the
No, no, no
right, you see them more than you rappin
Now Fifty that right

Fifty me, Fifty, he's the that you've ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can been seen
I got you, I'm gonna get give you
My, My, fo fo fo fo
My, My, fo fo fo fo
My, My, fo fo fo fo
I'm going to give it to you baby, nice and

I know y'all thinkin man
Y'all JD gonna slam lyrically
This be crazy for dissin' Fat Joe man
He crazy tho
This nigga be walkin around with twenty cops talking on records
And be comin out of his house
Feel he can't get touched man
I'm gonna one time, one time only
It ain't be more songs for me man
This is for all the mutha who die crack
Trust me, make a response ten thousand
I ain't talkin back to nigga
One thing I will you
it man
This is bitch
It's gonna be a real summer man