My 44 lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah that'll do it!
Yeah, I love Hip Hop
I love this motherf*cking Hip Hop game
This n*gga here is a little n*gga, man
Stay in your motherf*cking lane, n*gga
You're f*cking with a don, n*gga
Uh, Crack! (yo)
Follow me

[Chorus]
50, meet 50, he's the fakest thug you ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never ever be seen
Once I got you, I'm a give you
My, my 4-4 4-4 4-4
My, my 4-4 4-4 4-4
My, my 4-4 4-4 4-4
I'm a give it to you, baby, nice and slow

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yo!
50, you gon' end up dead when you f*cking with Crack
Talking 'bout you gon' pop off
Where the f*ck you be at? (Cook!)
I see MJ in the hood more than Curtis (uh)
Matter fact, this beef sh*t is making n*ggas 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 and sh*t (uh-huh, that's right)
Steroid up and he won't come up out that b*tch (hahahaha)
Is it me or Candy Shop sound like Magic Stick
In the video, this n*gga 50 'bout to strip (hahahaha)
Shaking his ass, what the f*ck is wrong with this n*gga
50, don't make me brrrraatttttt!!
Oh, yeah, you got 65 n*ggas on your team
And they're not from Southside Jamaica Queens
They're the boys in blue, I'm just speaking the truth (yeah, uh)
Now we all see the b*tch in you (yo)
Follow me!
[Chorus]
50, meet 50, he's the fakest thug you ever seen (It's crack! I told these n*ggas, man)
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never ever be seen (don't f*ck with the Don)
Once I got you, I'm a give you
My, my 4-4 4-4 4-4 (sh*t on y'all n*ggas)
My, my 4-4 4-4 4-4 (motherf*cker)
My, my 4-4 4-4 4-4 (it's Crack, it's crack)
I'm a give it to you, baby, nice and slow (brrrraatttttt!!)

[Verse 2]
Now, let's take it back to the Vibe awards
Where that n*gga disrespected and snuffed your boss
A minute ago, all I heard was G-G G-Unit
50 n*ggas ran and they didn't even do sh*t
That's a shame, I was sitting right in the front
Waiting for your n*ggas to dump
Where all the guns at and them Teflon vests-es
We them Terror Squad boys, you should know not to test us
Hate or love it, The Game's on top
Now you're jealous of him, when your sh*t gon' stop?
You CB4, you's a b*tch n*gga, straight outta Locash
L.A. don't believe him, this n*gga is so ass
You dissed Lean Back, said my sh*t was a dud
Now, tell me, have you ever seen him up in the club?
No, no, no, shorty, that's right
You're singing more than you're rapping, now, 50, that ain't right
[Chorus]
50, meet 50, he's the fakest thug you ever seen (now, I told y'all n*ggas I don't battle rap, man)
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never ever be seen
Once I got you, I'm a give you
My, my 4-4 4-4 4-4 (this ain't a motherf*cking movie, n*gga)
My, my 4-4 4-4 4-4
My, my 4-4 4-4 4-4 (it's Crack, b*tch)
I'm a give it to you, baby, nice and slow (uh)

[Outro]
I know what y'all thinking, man
Y'all thinking Jada gon' slay 'em, lyrically
This n*gga crazy for dissing Fat Joe, man
He really crazy, though
This n*gga be walking around with 20 cops
Talking sh*t on records, never coming out his house
Feel like he can't get touched, man
I respond one time, one time only
It ain't going to be no more songs from me, man
This is for all the motherf*ckers who doubted Crack, man
Trust me, n*gga can respond 10,000 times, and I ain't talking back to that n*gga
The one thing I will promise you
If I won't get you, I'm a get your [censored]
And that's it, man
It's Crack, b*tch
It's gon' be a real ugly summer, man