[Intro]
Yeah, that'll do it
Yeah, I love hip hop
I love this motherfuckin hip-hop game
This n***a here is a little n***a man
Stay in your motherfuckin lane n***a
You fuckin with a Don n***a
Uhh, CRACK, follow me

[Chorus]
50, meet 50, he's the fakest you ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never ever be seen
Once I got you, I'ma give you - my, my fo fo-fo-fo
My, my fo fo-fo-fo; my, my fo fo-fo-fo
I'ma give it to you baby, nice and slow,

[Verse 1]
50 you gon' end up dead when you fuckin with Crack
Talkin about you gon' pop off, where the fuck you be at
(Cook! Cook!) I see MJ in the hood more than Curtis
Matter 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 stay locked up in the house an' shit
Steroid up, and he won't come about that bitch
Is it me or Candy Shop sound like Magic Stick?
In the video, this n***a 50 'bout to strip
Shakin his ass, what the fuck is wrong with this n***a
50 don't make me {*brrrrrrap*}
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, I'm just speakin the truth
Now we all see the bitch in you, follow me
[Chorus]
50, meet 50, he's the fakest you ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never ever be seen
Once I got you, I'ma give you - my, my fo fo-fo-fo
My, my fo fo-fo-fo; my, my fo fo-fo-fo
I'ma give it to you baby, nice and slow

[Verse 2]
Now let's take it back to the Vibe awards
Where that n***a disrespected and snuffed your boss
A minute ago, all I heard was G-G-G-G-Unit
50 n***as ran and they didn't even do shit
That's a shame, I was sittin' right in the front
Waitin' for your n***as to dump
Where all the guns and them Teflon vests-es?
We them Terror Squad boys, you should know not to test us
Hate or love that The Game's on top
Now you jealous of him, when your shit gon' stop?
You CB4, you's a bitch n***a Straight Outta Locash
L.A. 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 him up in the club?
Nope, nope, no shawty, that's right
You singin' more than you rappin' now 50 that ain't right

[Chorus]
50, meet 50, he's the fakest you ever seen (Now I told y'all n***as I don't battle rap, man)
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never ever be seen
Once I got you, I'ma give you, my, (This ain't a motherfuckin movie n***a) my fo fo-fo-fo
My, my fo fo-fo-fo; (It's Crack bitch!) my, my fo fo-fo-fo
I'ma give it to you baby, nice and slow
[Outro]
NEW YORK!!
I know what y'all thinkin' man
Y'all thinkin' Jada gon' slay him lyrically
This n***a crazy for dissin' Fat Joe man
He really crazy though
This n***a be walkin' around wit twenty cops, talkin' shit on records, never comin' out his house
Feel like he can't get touched, man
I respond one time, one time only, it ain't gon' be no more songs from me, man
This for all the muh'fuckers who doubted Crack, man
Trust me, n***a could response ten thousand times
I ain't talkin' back to that n***a
The one thing I will promise you
If I won't get'chu, I'm gon' get'chu... and that's it man
It's Crack bitch
It's gon' be a real ugly summer man