[Shots being fired]
Yeah, that'll do it
Yeah, I love hip hop
I love this m****f***in hip hop game
This n**** here is a little n**** man
Stay in your m************ lane n****
You f****** with the Don n****
Folow me
[Chorus]
Fifty meet, Fifty, he's the fakest thug you've ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come he can never ever be seen
Once I got you, I'm gonna give you my
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***** 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 s*** is making n***** 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 s***
Steroid up and he wont come about that b****
Is it me or does candy shop sound like magic stick?
In the video, this n**** fifty bout to strip
Shaking his a**, what the f*** is wrong with this n****
Fifty don't make me
Oh yeah, you got sixty-five n***** on your team
And they're not from Southside Jamaica, Queens
They're the boys in blue, and I'm just speaking the truth
Now we all see the b**** in you
Follow me
[Chorus]
Now let's take it back to Vibe awards
Where that n**** disrespect and then snuffed your b****
A minute ago, all I heard was G-G-G-G-Unit
Fifty n***** ran and they didn't even do s***
That's a shame, I was sitting right in the front
Waiting for you n***** 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 s*** going to stop?
You've seen me before
Yous a b**** n**** straight out of low cash
And they don't believe him, this n**** is so a**
You dissed lean back, said my s*** was a dud
Now tell me, have you ever seen 'em up in the club?
No, no, no shawty
That's right, you singing more than you rappin
Now Fifty that ain't right
[Chorus]
NEW YORK!
I know what y'all thinkin man
Y'all thinkin Jada gon slam lyrically
This n**** be crazy for dissin' Fat Joe man
He really crazy tho
This n**** be walkin around with twenty cops talking s*** on records
Never 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 m**** f****** who doubted crack
Trust me, n**** can respond ten thousand times
I ain't talkin back to that n****
One thing I will promise you
That's it man
This is crack b****
It's gonna be a real ugly summer man
Yeah, that'll do it
Yeah, I love hip hop
I love this m****f***in hip hop game
This n**** here is a little n**** man
Stay in your m************ lane n****
You f****** with the Don n****
Folow me
[Chorus]
Fifty meet, Fifty, he's the fakest thug you've ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come he can never ever be seen
Once I got you, I'm gonna give you my
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***** 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 s*** is making n***** 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 s***
Steroid up and he wont come about that b****
Is it me or does candy shop sound like magic stick?
In the video, this n**** fifty bout to strip
Shaking his a**, what the f*** is wrong with this n****
Fifty don't make me
Oh yeah, you got sixty-five n***** on your team
And they're not from Southside Jamaica, Queens
They're the boys in blue, and I'm just speaking the truth
Now we all see the b**** in you
Follow me
[Chorus]
Now let's take it back to Vibe awards
Where that n**** disrespect and then snuffed your b****
A minute ago, all I heard was G-G-G-G-Unit
Fifty n***** ran and they didn't even do s***
That's a shame, I was sitting right in the front
Waiting for you n***** 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 s*** going to stop?
You've seen me before
Yous a b**** n**** straight out of low cash
And they don't believe him, this n**** is so a**
You dissed lean back, said my s*** was a dud
Now tell me, have you ever seen 'em up in the club?
No, no, no shawty
That's right, you singing more than you rappin
Now Fifty that ain't right
[Chorus]
NEW YORK!
I know what y'all thinkin man
Y'all thinkin Jada gon slam lyrically
This n**** be crazy for dissin' Fat Joe man
He really crazy tho
This n**** be walkin around with twenty cops talking s*** on records
Never 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 m**** f****** who doubted crack
Trust me, n**** can respond ten thousand times
I ain't talkin back to that n****
One thing I will promise you
That's it man
This is crack b****
It's gonna be a real ugly summer man