Letras: Fat Joe. Fuck 50.

Yeah, that'll do it, yeah, I love hip hop
I love this muthafucking hip hop game
This nigga here is a real nigga man
Stay in your motherfucking lane nigga
You fucking with the Don nigga crack follow me

Fifty meet, Fifty, he's the fakest thug you've ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never ever be seen
Once I got you,Imma give you my, my, fo fo fo fo fo
My, my, fo fo fo fo fo, my, my, fo fo fo fo fo
I'mma give it to you baby, nice and slow

Fifty you goin to end up dead when you fucking with crack
Talk about your girl pop off, where the fuck you be at
I see MJ in the hood more than Curtis
Matter of 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 dont care, he's still locked up in his house and shit
Steroid up and he won't come about that bitch

Is it me or does candy shop sound like magic stick?
In the video, this nigga fifty bout to strip
Shaking his ass, what the fuck is wrong with this nigga
Fifty don't make me, brap

Oh yeah, you got sixty-five niggaz on your team
And they're not from South side Jamaica, Queens
They're the boys in blue, and I'm just speaking the truth
Yeah we all see the bitch in you, follow me

Fifty meet, Fifty, he's the fakest thug you've ever seen
(It's crack)
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 fo
(Shit all on you niggas)
My, my, fo fo fo fo fo
(Mofucker)
My, my, fo fo fo fo fo
(It's crack, it's crack, it's crack)
Brap
I'mma give it to you baby, nice and slow

Now let's take it back to Vibe awards
Where that nigga disrespect and then snuffed your balls
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 sitting right in the front
Waiting for you niggaz to dunk
Where are all your guns and them Teflon vests?
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 going to stop?
You's CB4, you's a bitch nigga straight out of low cash
LA 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?
Nop, nop, nop shawty
That's right, you singin' more than you rappin'
Now Fifty that ain't right

Fifty, meet Fifty, he's the fakest thug you've 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 fo
(They say motherfucking movie nigga)
My, my, fo fo fo fo fo
(It's crack bitch)
My, my, fo fo fo fo fo
I'mma give it to you baby, nice and slow

New York

I know what y'all thinkin' man y'all thinkin' JD gonna slam lyrically
This nigga be crazy for dissin' Fat Joe man he really crazy tho
This nigga be walkin' around with twenty cops talking shit on records
And never be comin' out of his house feel like he can't get touched man
I'm gonna respond one time, one time only

It ain't gonna be more songs to me man
This is for all the mutha fuckers who doubted crack
Trust me, nigga can respond ten thousand times
I ain't talkin' back to that nigga one thing I will real promise you
I won't get you I'm a get your family that's it man crack bitch
It's gonna be a real ugly summer man