Cam'ron-Cuurtis(50 cent diss)

50 Cent Diss

[Verse 1]
The truck or the Lamby, Cam be stuffed in some candy
This ain't a label Cuurrtis, I'm fu*kin' wit' family
See my squad done waited, 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, wit' rabbit teeth
Bugs monkeys, act hard, wit' a crack god, that mack broads
That video ain't Queens, it's ya backyard
Cuurrtis, it's messin' wit' yo' head band
You dead man, but dag, that security wit' red flags?
You bangin' 5, shootin' rocks and signs my way
5 play, I keep it neutral but my family's 9-Trey
Soo-woop, my A-alikes, that stay to fight, from day to night
When I smack the Lighty brothers Dave & Mike
Believe me hoe, you can't G me though
Jimmy ain't the President, he the CEO
Zeek is the President, it's evident, he'll cock and spray
Santana underboss, I sign off like Dr. Dre
I fu*k wit' Zoe Pound too, what up? Sak passe
Grab the coke on ???, ??? rockaway
I extended the clip, never be friends wit' you pricks
Shout to a real Queens dude, you know, Kenneth McGriff
He ran from police, you run wit' police
You ain't from southside, you 'bout to get ya mouth wide

[Chorus] x2
Currrtiiiis (rewind it DJ)
Currrtiiiis (you ain't 50, 50 Cent from B.K.)
Currrtiiiis (yep, he deserve to be nervous)
Currrtiiiis (damn, show some courtesy Curtis)

[Verse 2]
Ayo, check the 'tel, 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 cop more cribs, more cars, got more blunted
Yeah I rock the rock, so stop it, doc, you coppertop
My niggas watch 'em ball, ya dudes I watch 'em flop
Yep, so beware, dude I'm tryna 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, hey 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 taped, gagged, and bound
Ask around, I never liked the circus so I clap a clown

[Chorus] x2
Currrtiiiis (rewind it DJ)
Currrtiiiis (you ain't 50, 50 Cent from B.K.)
Currrtiiiis (yep, he deserve to be nervous)
Currrtiiiis (damn, show some courtesy Curtis)

Ayo 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 Prodigy to go there, ayo P he a sucker... get away from
that dude, B... You ain't got no swag wit' 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... Ayo stop
callin' my probation officer too, why you talkin' 'bout my probation?
You tryna get me locked up, Curtis?! Ayo Curtis you really tryna get
me locked up? You said somethin' about my probation on your song,
next thing I know my probation officer call me today sayin' he need
to see me... Hey yo if I go to jail, Curtis put me in jaailll! It's
crazy I gotta go report to probation, next Thursday, I ain't post a
report for three weeks... I gotta go Thursday and he mention my
probation... Ayo 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...