Curtis (50 Cent Diss) – Cam’Ron – letras

[Verse 1]The truck or the Lambi, Cam be stuffed in some candyThis ain’t a label Curtis I’m fuckin with familySee my squad done wait right behind them bars that’s gatedHopped out the casket bastard, reincarnatedYep, so have a seat, this ‘gon be a masterpieceI have to beef, he look like a gorilla, with rabbit teethBugs monkeys, act hard, with a crack god, that mack broadsThat video ain’t Queens, it’s your backyardCurtis, it’s messin with your head badYou that mad but dag that’s security with red flags?You bangin five shootin rocks and signs my wayFine play I keep it neutral but my family’s nine,treySoo woo, my A-alikes, that stay to fight, from day to nightWhen I smack the Lighty brothers Dave and MikeHuh, believe me hoe, you can’t G me thoughJimmy ain’t the President, he the C.E.O.Zeek is the President It’s evident he’ll cock and spraySantana underboss, I sign off like Dr. DreI fuck with Zoe Pound too what up? Sak Pase?Grab the cocoa (?) rockawayI extended the clip, never be friends with you pricksShout to a real Queens dude, you know Kenneth McGriffHe ran from police, you run with policeYou 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 nailsJust for me to sex they tail but let’s talk record salesJuelz eight hundred, Jim fo’ hundredI copped more cribs, more cars, got more bluntedYeah I rocked The ROC so stop it, doc you coppertopMy niggas watch ’em ball, your dudes I watched ’em flopYep, so beware, dog I’m tryin to be clearBanks bricked, Mobb bricked, Buck ain’t been out for three, yearsLet me be fair, I hop up off a sweet LeerRight to Lennox ain’t no sand, but I’m on my beach chairThese are not tales, and dog we not frailYou don’t club in New York you party out in ScottsdaleHuh, I can’t be clowned, beef dog, hot damn we downHow you livin’? You live in Tyson’s hand me downPlus you can’t be found I’ll have you take ya actin’ boundAsk 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 dudesYou keep shoutin ’em I love it baby them my brothersI ain’t hear you say Banks name in a minuteTalkin ’bout Koch a graveyard you just signed off for Prodigy to go thereAiyyo P he a sucker, get away from that dude B, you ain’t got no swag with buck teethYou 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 songNext thing I know my probation officer call me today said he need to see meAiyyo if I go to jail, Curtis put me in jail!!!!It’s crazy I gotta go report to probation, next ThursdayI ain’t supposed to report for three weeksI gotta go Thursday and he mention my probationAiyyo 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…[Henrique Marciano Aka Killa Black]