(Shots being fired)

Yeah, that'll do it
Yeah, I love hip hop
I love this muthafuckin hip hop game
This n***a here is a little n***a man
Stay in your motherfucking lane n***a
You fucking with the Don n***a
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, for for for for
My, My, for for for for
My, My, for for for for
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 n***as 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 won't come about that bitch
Is it me or does candy shop sound like magic stick?
In the video, this n***a fifty bout to strip
Shaking his ass, what the fuck is wrong with this n***a
Fifty don't make me
Oh yeah, you got sixty-five n***as 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, for for for for
My, My, for for for for
My, My, for for for for
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***as ran and they didn't even do shit
That's a shame, I was sitting right in the front
Waiting for you n***as 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 n***a straight out of low cash
And they don't believe him, this n***a 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, for for for for
My, My, for for for for
My, My, for for for for
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 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 n***a
One thing I will promise you
That's it man
This is crack bitch
It's gonna be a real ugly summer man