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(Shots fired)

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

Fifty me, Fifty, he's the fakest that ever 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, nice and

you goin to end up dead when you fuckin with crack
Talk your girl pop off, where the fuck you be at
I see MJ in the hood more Curtis
Matter of fact, beef shit is making niggaz nervous
It's gonna be families every sunday service
End up with your head popped off to Curtis
But he dont care, he's still locked up in his and shit
Steroid up and he wont come about that
Is it me or does shop sound like magic stick?
In the video, nigga fifty bout to strip
Shaking his ass, what the fuck is wrong with nigga
Fifty don't 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 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, nice and

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

Fifty me, Fifty, he's the fakest that you've ever
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

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