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(Shots fired)

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

Fifty me, Fifty, he's the fakest you've ever seen
Curtis, Jackson, how come you can never been 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 to give it to you baby, nice and slow

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

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

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

Fifty me, Fifty, he's the fakest that you've 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 it to you baby, nice and slow

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