* originally titled Fuck 50
Yeah, that`ll do it
Yeah, I love hip hop
I love this motherfuckin hip-hop game
This nigga here is a little nigga man
Stay in your motherfuckin lane nigga
You fuckin with a Don nigga
Uhh, CRACK, follow me
[Chorus]
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`ma give you - my, my fo fo-fo-fo
My, my fo fo-fo-fo; my, my fo fo-fo-fo
I`ma give it to you baby, nice and slow
[Verse One]
Fifty you gon` end up dead when you fuckin with Crack
Talkin about you gon` pop off, where the fuck you be at
(Cook! Cook!) I see MJ in the hood more than Curtis
Matter fact, this beef shit 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 don`t care, he stay locked up in the house an` shit
Steroid up, and he won`t come about that bitch
Is it me or Candy Shop sound like Magic Stick?
In the video, this nigga Fifty `bout to strip
Shakin his ass, what the fuck is wrong with this nigga
Fifty don`t make me {*brrrrrrap*}
Oh yeah, you got sixty-five niggaz 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 bitch in you, follow me
[Chorus]
[Verse Two]
Now let`s take it back to the Vibe awards
Where that nigga disrespect and then snuffed your boss
A minute ago, all I heard was G-G-G-G-Unit
Fifty niggaz ran and they didn`t even do shit
That`s a shame, I was sittin right in the front
Waitin for you niggaz 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 shit gon` stop?
You CB4, youse a bitch nigga Straight Outta Locash
L.A. don`t believe him, this nigga is so ass
You dissed Lean Back, said my shit 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
[Chorus]
[Fat Joe - over Chorus]
Now I told y`all niggaz I don`t battle rap man
This ain`t a motherfuckin movie nigga
It`s Crack BITCH!
[Outro]
NEW YORK!! I know what y`all thinkin man
Y`all thinkin Jada gon` slay him lyrically
This nigga be crazy for dissin Fat Joe man; he really crazy though
This nigga be walkin around with twenty cops talkin shit 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`fuckers who doubted Crack man
Trust me, nigga could response ten thousand times
I ain`t talkin back to that nigga
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 bitch
It`s gon` be a real ugly summer man
