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Yeah, that'll do it Yeah, I love hip hop I love this muthaf**kin hip hop game This ni**a here is a little ni**a man Stay in your motherf**king lane ni**a You f**king with the Don ni**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, 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**kin with crack Talk about your girl pop off, where the f**k you be at I see MJ in the hood more than Curtis Matter of fact, this beef sh*t 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 sh*t Steroid up and he wont come about that b**ch Is it me or does candy shop sound like magic stick? In the video, this ni**a fifty bout to strip Shaking his a**, what the f**k is wrong with this ni**a 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 b**ch 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 ni**a 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 sh*t 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 sh*t going to stop? You've seen me before Yous a b**ch ni**a straight out of low cash And they don't believe him, this ni**a is so a** You dissed lean back, said my sh*t 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 ni**a be crazy for dissin' Fat Joe man He really crazy tho This ni**a be walkin around with twenty cops talking sh*t 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 f**kers who die crack Trust me, make a response ten thousand times I ain't talkin back to that ni**a One thing I will promise you That's it man This is crack b**ch It's gonna be a real ugly summer man