Lyrics
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
Uh, Crack, follow me
50, meet 50, he's the fakest that 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
50 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 of fact, this beef shit is making niggas nervous
It's gon' 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 50 'bout to strip
Shakin' his ass, what the fuck is wrong with this nigga?
50 don't make me
Oh yeah, you got 65 niggas 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
50, meet 50, he's the fakest that 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 (shit on you niggas)
My, my fo fo-fo-fo; my, my fo fo-fo-fo (it's Crack, it's Crack)
I'ma give it to you baby, nice and slow
Now let's take it back to the Vibe Awards
Where that nigga disrespected and snuffed your boss
A minute ago, all I heard was G-G-G-G-Unit
50 niggas ran and they didn't even do shit
That's a shame, I was sittin' right in the front
Waitin' for your niggas to dump
Where all the guns and them Teflon vests-es?
We them Terror Squad boys, you should know not to test us
Hate or love that The Game's on top
Now you jealous of him, when your shit gon' stop?
You CB4, you's 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 him up in the club?
Nope, nope, no shawty, that's right
You singin' more than you rappin', now 50 that ain't right
50, meet 50, he's the fakest that you ever seen (now I told y'all niggas I don't battle rap, man)
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never ever be seen?
Once I got you, I'ma give you, my (this ain't a motherfuckin movie nigga) my fo fo-fo-fo
My, my fo fo-fo-fo (it's Crack, bitch!) my, my 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 crazy for dissin' Fat Joe, man
He really crazy though
This nigga be walkin' around with 20 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
This for all the mo'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 won't get you, I'm gon' get your -
And that's it, man
It's Crack, bitch
It's gon' be a real ugly summer, man