* originally titled "f** 50"
Yeah, that'll do it
Yeah, I love hip hop
I love this motherf**in hip-hop game
This n***a here is a little n***a man
Stay in your motherf**in lane n***a
You f**in with a Don n***a
Uhh, CRACK, follow me
[Hook]
Fifty, meet Fifty, he's the fakest you ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never ever be seen
Once I got you, I'mma give you - my, my fo fo-fo-fo
My, my fo fo-fo-fo; my, my fo fo-fo-fo
I'mma give it to you baby, nice and slow
[Verse One]
Fifty you gon' end up dead when you f**in with Crack
Talkin about you gon' pop off, where the f** you be at
(Cook! Cook!) I see MJ in the hood more than Curtis
Matter fact, this beef sh** 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' sh**
Steroid up, and he won't come about that b**h
Is it me or "Candy Shop" sound like "Magic Stick?"
In the video, this n***a Fifty 'bout to strip
Shakin his a**, what the f** is wrong with this n***a
Fifty 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 b**h in you, follow me
[Hook]
[Verse Two]
Now let's take it back to the Vibe awards
Where that n***a disrespect and then snuffed your boss
A minute ago, all I heard was G-G-G-G-Unit
Fifty n***as ran and they didn't even do sh**
That's a shame, I was sittin right in the front
Waitin for you n***as to dump
Where all thg guns and them Teflon vests-es?
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** gon' stop?
You "CB4," youse a b**h n***a "Straight Outta Locash"
L.A. don't believe him, this n***a is so a**
You dissed "Lean Back," said my sh** was a dud
Now tell me have you ever seen 'em up in the club?
Nope, nope, no shawty - that's right
You singin more than you rappin now Fifty that ain't right
[Hook]
[Fat Joe - over Hook]
Now I told y'all n***as I don't battle rap man
This ain't a motherf**in movie n***a
It's Crack b*tch!
[Outro]
NEW YORK!! I know what y'all thinkin man
Y'all thinkin Jada gon' slay him lyrically
This n***a be crazy for dissin Fat Joe man; he really crazy though
This n***a be walkin around with twenty cops talkin sh** 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
And this for all the muh'f**ers 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 want get you I'm gon' get you... and that's it man
It's Crack b**h
It's gon' be a real ugly summer man