And they don't believe him, this nigga is so ass
And they're not from South Side Jamaica, Queens
Now let's take it back to the Vibe awards
Y'all thinkin' Jada gonna slam lyrically
How come you can never ever been seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson
Fifty, meet Fifty
How come you can never ever been seen
Steroid up and he won't come about that bitch
My, my, fo fo fo, fo fo
You dissed lean back, said my shit was a dud
Stay in your motherfuckin' lane nigga
This nigga be walkin' around with twenty cops
You fuckin' with the Don nigga
Trust me, nigga can response ten thousand times
Now tell me, have you ever seen 'em up in the club?
Feel like he can't get touched man
But he don't care, he stay locked up in his house and shit
My, my, fo fo fo, fo fo
This is for all the mutha fuckers who doubted crack
You CB4, you's a bitch nigga straight out of low cash
That's right, you singing than more than you rappin'
It's gonna be families grievin' every Sunday service
He's the fakest thug that you've ever seen
My, my, fo fo fo, fo fo
I'm going to give it to you, baby, nice and slow
Yeah we all see the bitch in you, follow me
One thing I will promise you
Curtis, Curtis Jackson
I know what y'all thinkin' man
How come you can never ever been seen
Now Fifty that ain't right
Hate it or love it, The Game's on top
Fifty you goin' to end up dead when you fuckin' with crack
Fifty don't make me
My, my, fo fo fo, fo fo
He's the fakest thug that you've ever seen
Is it me or does candy shop sound like magic stick?
Where that nigga disrespect and then snuffed your boss
Waitin' for you niggaz to dunk
That's a shame, I was sittin' right in the front
Once I got you, I'm gonna give you
Matter of fact, this beef shit is making niggaz nervous
Now you jealous of him, when your shit going to stop?
Once I got you, I'm gonna give you
Fifty, meet Fifty
They're the boys in blue and I'm just speakin' the truth
Fifty niggaz ran and they didn't even do shit
Fifty, meet Fifty
He's the fakest thug that you've ever seen
Follow me
I see MJ in the hood more than Curtis
Curtis, Curtis Jackson
I respond one time, one time only
End up with your head popped off thanks to Curtis
Where are all your guns and them Teflon vests?
My, my, fo fo fo, fo fo
No, no, no shorty
Shakin' his ass, what the fuck is wrong with this nigga
My, my, fo fo fo, fo fo
I ain't talkin' back to that nigga
Once I got you, I'm gonna give you
My, my, fo fo fo, fo fo
Oh, yeah, you got sixty-five niggaz on your team
I'm going to give it to you, baby, nice and slow
Talkin' shit on records and never be comin' out of his house
This nigga here is a little nigga man
My, my, fo fo fo, fo fo
A minute ago, all I heard was G G G G-Unit
This nigga be crazy for dissin' Fat Joe man
I'm going to give it to you, baby, nice and slow
My, my, fo fo fo, fo fo
It ain't gonna be more songs for me man
That's it man, this is crack bitch
He really crazy though
Talk about your gun pop off, where the fuck you be at
In the video, this nigga fifty 'bout to strip
If I won't get you I'm gonna get your
We them terror squad boys, you should know not to test us
