Yeah, that'll do it   Yeah, I love hip hop   I love this muthafuckin' hip hop game   This nigga here is a little nigga man      Stay in your motherfucking lane nigga   You fucking with the Don nigga   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 fuckin' with crack   Talk about your girl pop off, where the fuck you be at?   I see MJ in the hood more than Curtis   Matter of fact, this beef shit is making niggaz 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 shit   Steroid up and he wont come about that bitch   Is it me or does candy shop sound like magic stick?   In the video, this nigga fifty 'bout to strip      Shaking his ass, what the fuck is wrong with this nigga   Fifty, don't make me   Oh yeah, you got sixty five niggaz 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 bitch 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 nigga disrespect and then snuffed your balls   A minute ago, all I heard was G-G-G-G-Unit   Fifty niggaz ran and they didn't even do shit      That's a shame, I was sitting right in the front   Waiting for you niggaz 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 shit going to stop?      You've seen me before   Yous a bitch nigga straight out of low cash   And they don't believe him, this nigga is so ass   You dissed lean back, said my shit 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 nigga be crazy for dissin' Fat Joe man   He really crazy tho      This nigga be walkin' around with twenty cops talking shit 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 fuckers who die crack   Trust me, make a response ten thousand times   I ain't talkin' back to that nigga      One thing I will promise you   That's it man   This is crack bitch   It's gonna be a real ugly summer man