(Shots being fired)      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   Folow me      [Chorus]   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 dont 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 Southside 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      [Chorus]   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      [Chorus]   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