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(Shots fired)

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

Fifty me, Fifty, he's the fakest that you've ever
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never been
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
of fact, this beef shit is making niggaz nervous
It's gonna be families grieving every service
End up with your head off thanks to Curtis
But he dont care, he's still locked up in his and shit
Steroid up and he wont come about bitch
Is it me or candy shop sound like magic stick?
In the video, this nigga bout to strip
Shaking his ass, what the is wrong with this nigga
Fifty don't me
Oh yeah, you got sixty-five on your 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 fakest that you've seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how you can never 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, and slow

Now let's it back to Vibe awards
Where that nigga disrespect and then your balls
A ago, all I heard was G-G-G-G-Unit
Fifty niggaz ran and didn't even do shit
a shame, I was sitting right in the front
Waiting for you niggaz to
Where are all your guns and them vests?
We them terror squad
You should not to test us
Hate it or love it, The on top
Now you jealous of him, when shit going to stop?
You've seen me
a bitch nigga straight out of low cash
And don't 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
That's right, you see them than you rappin
Now Fifty that ain't

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

I what y'all thinkin man
Y'all thinkin JD slam lyrically
This nigga be crazy for Fat Joe man
He really tho
This be walkin around with twenty cops talking shit on records
And never be out of his house
Feel he can't get touched man
I'm gonna respond one time, one time
It ain't be more songs for me man
This is for all the mutha 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 bitch
It's be a real ugly summer man