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(Shots fired)

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

Fifty me, Fifty, he's the fakest that ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never 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 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 hood more than
of fact, this beef shit is making niggaz nervous
It's gonna be families grieving sunday 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 bitch
Is it me or does candy shop sound like magic
In the video, nigga fifty bout to strip
his ass, what the fuck is wrong with this nigga
Fifty don't 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
Yeah we all see the in you
me

Fifty me, Fifty, he's the that you've ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can 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 to Vibe awards
Where that nigga and then snuffed your balls
A minute ago, all I was G-G-G-G-Unit
Fifty niggaz ran and they didn't do shit
a shame, I was sitting right in the front
Waiting for you to dunk
are all your guns and them teflon vests?
We them terror squad
You know not to test us
Hate it or it, The Game's on top
Now you jealous of him, when your shit going to
You've me before
Yous a bitch nigga straight out of low
And they believe him, this nigga is so ass
You lean back, said my shit was a dud
Now tell me, have you seen 'em up in the club?
No, no, no
That's right, you see them more you rappin
Now Fifty ain't right

Fifty me, Fifty, he's the fakest that you've seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how 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

I know what thinkin man
thinkin JD gonna slam lyrically
This be crazy for dissin' Fat Joe man
He crazy tho
This nigga be walkin around with twenty cops talking shit on
And never be comin out of his
Feel he can't get touched man
I'm gonna respond one time, one time
It ain't gonna be more 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 that
One I will promise you
it man
This is bitch
gonna be a real ugly summer man