Yeah, that'll do it
Yeah, I love hip hop
I love this muthaf**in' hip hop game
This n***a here is a little n***a man
Stay in your motherf**ing lane n***a
You f**ing with the Don n***a
Follow me
Fifty me, fifty, he's the fakest that you've ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never been seen?
Once 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 slow
Fifty, you goin' to end up dead when you f**in' with crack
Talk about your girl pop off, where the f** you be at?
I see MJ in the hood more than Curtis
Matter of fact, this beef sh** is making n***az nervous
It's gonna be families grieving every sunday service
End up with your head popped off, thanks to Curtis
But he don't care, he's still locked up in his house and sh**
Steroid up and he wont come about that b**h
Is it me or does candy shop sound like magic stick?
In the video, this n***a fifty 'bout to strip
Shaking his a**, what the f** is wrong with this n***a
Fifty, don't make me
Oh yeah, you got sixty five n***az on your team
And they're not from South side Jamaica, Queens
They're the boys in blue and I'm just speaking the truth
Yeah, we all see the b**h in you
Follow me
Fifty me, fifty, he's the fakest that you've ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never been seen?
Once 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 slow
Now let's take it back to vibe awards
Where that n***a disrespect and then snuffed your balls
A minute ago, all I heard was G-G-G-G-Unit
Fifty n***az ran and they didn't even do sh**
That's a shame, I was sitting right in the front
Waiting for you n***az to dunk
Where are all your guns and them Teflon vests?
We them terror squad boys
You should know not to test us
Hate it or love it, The Game's on top
Now you jealous of him, when your sh** going to stop?
You've seen me before
Yous a b**h n***a straight out of low cash
And they don't believe him, this n***a is so a**
You dissed lean back, said my sh** was a dud
Now tell me, have you ever seen 'em up in the club?
No, no, no shawty
That's right, you see them more than you rappin'
Now Fifty that ain't right
Fifty me, fifty, he's the fakest that you've ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never been seen?
Once 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 slow
I know what y'all thinkin' man
Y'all thinkin' JD gonna slam lyrically
This n***a be crazy for dissin' Fat Joe man
He really crazy tho
This n***a be walkin' around with twenty cops talking sh** on records
And never be comin' out of his house
Feel like he can't get touched man
I'm gonna respond one time, one time only
It ain't gonna be more songs for me man
This is for all the mutha f**ers who die crack
Trust me, make a response ten thousand times
I ain't talkin' back to that n***a
One thing I will promise you
That's it man
This is crack b**h
It's gonna be a real ugly summer man