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(Shots fired)

Yeah, do it
Yeah, I hip hop
I love muthafuckin hip hop game
This nigga here is a nigga man
Stay in your lane nigga
You with the Don nigga
me

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

Fifty you to end up dead when you fuckin with crack
Talk about your girl pop off, the fuck you be at
I see MJ in the hood than Curtis
of fact, this beef shit is making niggaz nervous
It's gonna be families every sunday service
End up with your popped off thanks 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 shop like magic stick?
In the video, this nigga bout 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 speaking the truth
we all see the bitch in you
me

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

Now take it back to Vibe awards
Where that nigga disrespect and then snuffed balls
A minute ago, all I heard was
Fifty niggaz ran and they didn't do shit
That's a shame, I was sitting in the front
for you niggaz to dunk
Where are all your guns and 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
Yous a bitch straight out of low cash
And they don't him, this nigga is so ass
You dissed back, said my shit was a dud
Now me, have you ever seen 'em up in the club?
No, no, no
That's right, you see them more than you
Now Fifty that ain't

Fifty me, Fifty, he's the fakest you've ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never seen
Once I got you, I'm 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 what thinkin man
thinkin JD gonna slam lyrically
This nigga be crazy for Fat Joe man
He crazy tho
This nigga be walkin around twenty cops talking shit on records
And never be comin out of his
Feel like he get touched man
I'm gonna respond one time, one only
It ain't gonna be more for me man
This is for all the fuckers 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 crack
It's be a real ugly summer man