Curtis (50 Cent Diss)

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[Verse 1] The truck or the Lambi, Cam be stuffed in some candy This ain't a label Curtis I'm fuckin with family See my squad done wait right behind them bars that's gated Hopped out the casket bastard, reincarnated Yep, so have a seat, this 'gon be a masterpiece I have to beef, he look like a gorilla, with rabbit teeth Bugs monkeys, act hard, with a crack god, that mack broads That video ain't Queens, it's your backyard Curtis, it's messin with your head bad You that mad but dag that's security with red flags? You bangin five shootin rocks and signs my way Fine play I keep it neutral but my family's nine,trey Soo woo, my A-alikes, that stay to fight, from day to night When I smack the Lighty brothers Dave and Mike Huh, believe me hoe, you can't G me though Jimmy ain't the President, he the C.E.O. Zeek is the President It's evident he'll cock and spray Santana underboss, I sign off like Dr. Dre I fuck with Zoe Pound too what up? Sak Pase? Grab the cocoa (?) rockaway I extended the clip, never be friends with you pricks Shout to a real Queens dude, you know Kenneth McGriff He ran from police, you run with police You ain't from Southside, you 'bout to get ya mouth wired [Chorus] Curtis!!! (Rewind it DJ) Curtis!!! (You ain't 50, 50 Cent from B.K.) Curtis!!! (Yep, he deserve to be nervous) Curtis!!! (Damn, show some courtesy Curtis) Curtis!!! (Uh! Rewind it DJ) Curtis!!! (You ain't 50, 50 Cent from B.K.) Curtis!!! (Yep, he deserve to be nervous) Curtis!!! (Damn, show some courtesy Curtis) [Verse 2] Aiyyo, check the tail girls break they neck and nails Just for me to sex they tail but let's talk record sales Juelz eight hundred, Jim fo' hundred I copped more cribs, more cars, got more blunted Yeah I rocked The ROC so stop it, doc you coppertop My niggas watch 'em ball, your dudes I watched 'em flop Yep, so beware, dog I'm tryin to be clear Banks bricked, Mobb bricked, Buck ain't been out for three, years Let me be fair, I hop up off a sweet Leer Right to Lennox ain't no sand, but I'm on my beach chair These are not tales, and dog we not frail You don't club in New York you party out in Scottsdale Huh, I can't be clowned, beef dog, hot damn we down How you livin'? You live in Tyson's hand me down Plus you can't be found I'll have you take ya actin' bound Ask around, I never liked the circus so I clap a clown [Chorus] Curtis!!! (Rewind it DJ) Curtis!!! (You ain't 50, 50 Cent from B.K.) Curtis!!! (Yep, he deserve to be nervous) Curtis!!! (Damn, show some courtesy Curtis) Curtis!!! (Uh! Rewind it DJ) Curtis!!! (You ain't 50, 50 Cent from B.K.) Curtis!!! (Yep, he deserve to be nervous) Curtis!!! (Damn, show some courtesy Curtis) [Outro] Aiyyo man, thanks for all the shoutouts, for my dudes You keep shoutin 'em I love it baby them my brothers I ain't hear you say Banks name in a minute Talkin 'bout Koch a graveyard you just signed off for Prodigy to go there Aiyyo P he a sucker, get away from that dude B, you ain't got no swag with buck teeth You know how you ain't got no swag? Whoever let you sign off on them G-Unit tank tops is stupid just like yo' dumb ass!!! Them is brasiere tops, whoever wore that outside was a homo, gay ass nigga!!! Aiyyo stop callin my probation officer to, why you talkin 'bout my probation? You tryin to get me locked up Curtis?! Aiyyo Curtis you really tryin to get me locked up? You said somethin about my probation on your song Next thing I know my probation officer call me today said he need to see me Aiyyo if I go to jail, Curtis put me in jail!!!! It's crazy I gotta go report to probation, next Thursday I ain't supposed to report for three weeks I gotta go Thursday and he mention my probation Aiyyo let me get off this mic now cause I know how you get down, rat ass nigga!!! That's true story that's not even a joke I'm dead serious...

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