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, Crack, follow me      Fifty, meet Fifty, he's the fakest have you ever seen?   Curtis, Curtis Jackson   How come you can never ever be seen?      (Once I got you, I'ma give you my)   My, my fo fo fo fo fo   My, my fo fo fo fo fo, my, my fo fo fo fo fo   I'ma give it to you, baby, nice and slow      Fifty, you gon' end up dead when you fuckin' with Crack   Talkin' about you gon' pop off, where the fuck you be at?   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      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, nigga      Fifty, meet Fifty, he's the fakest have you ever seen?   Curtis, Curtis Jackson   How come you can never ever be seen?      (Once I got you, I'ma give you my)   My, my fo fo fo fo fo   My, my fo fo fo fo fo, my, my fo fo fo fo fo   I'ma give it to you, baby, nice and slow      Now, let's take it back to the Vibe awards   Where that nigga disrespect and then snuffed your boss   Minute ago, all I heard was 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 thug 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      Fifty, meet Fifty, he's the fakest have you ever seen?   Curtis, Curtis Jackson   How come you can never ever be seen?      (Once I got you, I'ma give you my)   My, my fo fo fo fo fo   My, my fo fo fo fo fo, my, my fo fo fo fo fo   I'ma give it to you, baby, nice and slow      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