My FoFo Lyrics
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Yeah, that'll do it, yeah, I love hip hop
I love this muthafucking hip hop game
This nigga here is a little nigga man
Stay in your motherfucking lane nigga
You fucking with the Don nigga
Follow me
Fifty, meet Fifty
He's the fakest thug that you've ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson
How come you can never ever been seen
Once I got you, I'm gonna give you
My, my, fo fo fo, fo fo
My, my, fo fo fo, fo fo
My, my, fo fo fo, fo fo
I'm going to give it to you, baby, nice and slow
Fifty you going to end up dead when you fucking with crack
Talk about your gun pop off, where the fuck you be at
I see MJ in the hood more than Curtis
Matter of fact, this beef shit is making niggaz nervous
It's gonna be families grieving every Sunday service
End up with your head popped off thanks to Curtis
But he don't care, he stay locked up in his house and shit
Steroid up and he won't come about that bitch
Is it me or does candy shop sound like magic stick?
In the video, this nigga fifty 'bout to strip
Shaking his ass, what the fuck is wrong with this nigga
Fifty don't make me
Oh, yeah, you got sixty-five niggaz on your team
And they're not from South Side Jamaica, Queens
They're the boys in blue and I'm just speaking the truth
Yeah we all see the bitch in you, follow me
Fifty, meet Fifty
He's the fakest thug that you've ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson
How come you can never ever been seen
Once I got you, I'm gonna give you
My, my, fo fo fo, fo fo
My, my, fo fo fo, fo fo
My, my, fo fo fo, fo fo
I'm going to give it to you, baby, nice and slow
Now let's take it back to the Vibe awards
Where that nigga disrespect and then snuffed your boss
[ Fat Joe Lyrics are found on www.getlyrics.com ]
A minute ago, all I heard was G G G G-Unit
Fifty niggaz ran and they didn't even do shit
That's a shame, I was sitting right in the front
Waiting for you niggaz to dunk
Where are all your guns and them Teflon vests?
We them terror squad boys, you should know not to test us
Hate it or love it, The Game's on top
Now you jealous of him, when your shit going to stop?
You CB4, you's a bitch nigga straight out of low cash
And they don't believe him, this nigga is so ass
You dissed lean back, said my shit was a dud
Now tell me, have you ever seen 'em up in the club?
No, no, no shorty
That's right, you singing than more than you rapping
Now Fifty that aingt right
Fifty, meet Fifty
He's the fakest thug that you've ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson
How come you can never ever been seen
Once I got you, I'm gonna give you
My, my, fo fo fo, fo fo
My, my, fo fo fo, fo fo
My, my, fo fo fo, fo fo
I'm going to give it to you, baby, nice and slow
I know what y'all thinking man
Y'all thinking Jada gonna slam lyrically
This nigga be crazy for dissing Fat Joe man
He really crazy though
This nigga be walking around with twenty cops
Talking shit on records and never be coming out of his house
Feel like he can't get touched man
I respond one time, one time only
It aingt gonna be more songs for me man
This is for all the mutha fuckers who doubted crack
Trust me, nigga can response ten thousand times
I aingt talking back to that nigga
One thing I will promise you
If I won't get you I'm gonna get your
That's it man, this is crack bitch
It's gonna be a real ugly summer man
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