Cam'ron - Curtis (50 Cent Diss) lyrics

[Verse 1] The truck or the Lambi, Cam be stuffed in some candy This ain't a label Curtis I'm f**in with family See my squad done waited right behind them bars that's gated Hopped out the casket ba*tard, reincarnated Yep, so have a seat, this gon' be a masterpiece I have to beef, he look like a gorilla, with rabbit teeth Bugs monkey, act hard, with a crack god, that mack broads That video ain't Queens, it's your backyard(Connecticut) Curtis, it's messin' with your head bad You that mad but dag that's security with red flags? You bangin' five shootin' rocks and signs my way Fine play I keep it neutral but my family's nine, trey Soo woo, my A-alikes, that stay to fight, from day to night When I smack the Lighty brothers Dave and Mike Huh, believe me ho, you can't be me though Jimmy ain't the President, he the C.E.O Zeek is the President It's evident he'll co*k and spray Santana underboss, I sign off like Dr. Dre I f** with Zoe Pound too what up? Sak Pase? Grab the coco my co*k, so zozo rockaway I extended the clip, never be friends with you pricks Shout to a real Queens dude, you know Kenneth McGriff He ran from police, you run with police You ain't from Southside, you 'bout to get ya mouth wired [Hook] Curtis!!! (Rewind it DJ) Curtis!!! (You ain't 50, 50 Cent from B.K.) Curtis!!! (Yep, he deserve to be nervous) Curtis!!! (Damn, show some courtesy Curtis) Curtis!!! (Uh! Rewind it DJ) Curtis!!! (You ain't 50, 50 Cent from B.K.) Curtis!!! (Yep, he deserve to be nervous) Curtis!!! (Damn, show some courtesy Curtis) [Verse 2] Aiyyo, check the tail girls break they neck and nails Just for me to s** they tail but let's talk record sales Juelz eight hundred, Jim fo' hundred I copped more cribs, more cars, got more blunted Yeah I rocked The Roc so stop it, doc you coppertop My n***as watch 'em ball, your dudes I watched 'em flop Yep, so beware, dog I'm tryin' to be clear Banks bricked, Mobb bricked, Buck ain't been out for three, years Let me be fair, I hop up off a sweet Leer Right to Lennox ain't no sand, but I'm on my beach chair These are not tales, and dog we not frail You don't club in New York you party out in Scottsdale Huh, I can't be clowned, beef dog, God damn we down How you livin'? You live in Tyson's hand me down Plus you can't be found I'll have you take ya actin' bound Ask around, I never liked the circus so I clap a clown [Hook] [Outro] Aiyyo man, thanks for all the shoutouts, for my dudes You keep shoutin 'em I love it baby them my brothers I ain't hear you say Banks name in a minute Talkin' 'bout Koch a graveyard you just signed off for Prodigy to go there Aiyyo P he a s**er, get away from that dude B You ain't got no swag with buck teeth You know how you ain't got no swag? Whoever let you sign off on them G-Unit tank tops is stupid just like yo dumb a**!!! Them is bra**iere tops, whoever wore that outside was a h*mo, gay a** n***a!!! Aiyyo stop callin' my probation officer to, why you talkin' 'bout my probation? You tryin' to get me locked up Curtis?! Aiyyo Curtis you really tryin' to get me up? You said somethin' about my probation on your song Next thing I know my probation officer call me today said he need to see me Aiyyo if I go to jail, Curtis put me in jail!!!! It's crazy I gotta go report to probation, next Thursday I ain't supposed to report for three weeks I gotta go Thursday and he mention my probation Aiyyo let me get off this mic now cause I know how you get down, rat a** n***a!!! That's true story that's not even a joke I'm dead serious...Probation