[REQ] Camron - Curtisss (50 Cent Diss)

[Dave Dirty]

Please reply with the lyrics.

[M.I.C.]

isn't it just ballin with the word ballin replaced with curtis?

[devil_may_care]

Cam'ron - Cuurtisss (50 Cent Diss)

[Verse 1]
The truck or the Lamby, Cam be stuffed in some candy,
This ain't a label Cuurrtis, I'm fuckin' 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 cracked guard, 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 fuck wit' Zoe Pound too, what up? Sak passe,
Grab the coco, my cock (?) test those who rock away,
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 (thousand), Jim fo' hundred (thousand),
I cop more cribs, more cars, got more blunted
Yeah I rock the rock, so stop it, doc, you coppertop
My *****s 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, (he's the hotteset!)
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, P... 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 *****... 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 *****.. That's true story that's not even a joke I'm
dead serious...

[Jouko?]

Props!