Cam'ron - Curtis (50 Cent Diss) Lyrics

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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 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 with rabbit teeth

Bugs monkey act hard with a crack god that mack broads

That video ain't Queens it's your backyard(Connecticut)

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 ho you can't be 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 coco my cock so zozo 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

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[Hook]

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 God 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

[Hook]

[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 brassiere 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 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...Probation

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