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(Shots fired)

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

Fifty me, Fifty, he's the fakest 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, and slow

Fifty you goin to end up dead you fuckin with crack
Talk about girl pop off, where 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 grieving every service
End up with your popped off thanks to Curtis
But he care, he's still locked up in his house and shit
Steroid up and he wont come about that
Is it me or does candy shop sound like stick?
In the video, this nigga bout to strip
Shaking his ass, what the fuck is with this nigga
Fifty don't me
Oh yeah, you got sixty-five niggaz on team
And they're not from Southside Jamaica,
the boys in blue, and I'm just speaking the truth
Yeah we all see the in you
me

Fifty me, Fifty, he's the fakest that you've seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how you can never 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 ago, all I heard was G-G-G-G-Unit
Fifty niggaz ran and didn't even do shit
That's a shame, I was sitting right in the
for you niggaz to dunk
Where are all your guns and them vests?
We terror squad boys
You know not to test us
Hate it or it, The Game's on top
Now you jealous of him, when your shit to stop?
You've me before
Yous a bitch nigga straight out of low
And they don't him, this nigga is so ass
You dissed lean back, said my was a dud
Now tell me, have you seen 'em up in the club?
No, no, no
That's right, you see them than you rappin
Now Fifty that ain't

Fifty me, Fifty, he's the fakest that ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never been
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

I know what y'all man
thinkin JD gonna slam lyrically
This nigga be for dissin' Fat Joe man
He really tho
nigga be walkin around with twenty cops talking shit on records
And be comin out of his house
Feel like he get touched man
I'm respond 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 times
I ain't back to that nigga
One thing I will you
it man
This is bitch
It's be a real ugly summer man