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(Shots fired)

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

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

Fifty you goin to end up dead when you fuckin with
Talk about your girl pop off, where the you be at
I see MJ in the hood than Curtis
Matter of fact, this shit is making niggaz nervous
It's 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 wont come about bitch
Is it me or does candy shop sound like stick?
In the video, this nigga fifty bout to
Shaking his ass, what the fuck is wrong with nigga
Fifty don't me
Oh yeah, you got sixty-five niggaz on your
And not from Southside Jamaica, Queens
They're the boys in blue, and I'm speaking the truth
Yeah we all see the in you
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 give it to you baby, and slow

Now let's take it back to Vibe
Where that disrespect and then snuffed your balls
A minute ago, all I 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
Waiting for you niggaz to
Where are all your guns and them vests?
We them terror squad
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 lean back, said my was a dud
Now tell me, have you 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 that you've ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can 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 going to give it to you baby, nice and

I know what y'all man
Y'all JD gonna slam lyrically
This nigga be for dissin' Fat Joe man
He crazy tho
This nigga be walkin around with twenty cops shit on records
And never be comin out of his
Feel he can't get touched man
I'm respond one time, one time only
It ain't gonna be songs for me man
is for all the mutha fuckers who die crack
Trust me, a response ten thousand times
I ain't talkin to that nigga
One thing I promise you
it man
This is crack
It's gonna be a real ugly man