My FoFo

* originally titled "Fuck 50" Yeah, that'll do it Yeah, I love hip hop I love this motherfuckin hip-hop game This nigga here is a little nigga man Stay in your motherfuckin lane nigga You fuckin with a Don nigga Uhh, CRACK, follow me [Hook] Fifty, meet Fifty, he's the fakest you ever seen Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never ever be seen Once I got you, I'mma give you - my, my fo fo-fo-fo My, my fo fo-fo-fo; my, my fo fo-fo-fo I'mma give it to you baby, nice and slow [Verse One] Fifty you gon' end up dead when you fuckin with Crack Talkin about you gon' pop off, where the fuck you be at (Cook! Cook!) I see MJ in the hood more than Curtis Matter fact, this beef shit is making niggas 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 the house an' shit Steroid up, and he won't come about that bitch Is it me or "Candy Shop" sound like "Magic Stick?" In the video, this nigga Fifty 'bout to strip Shakin his ass, what the fuck is wrong with this nigga Fifty don't make me {*brrrrrrap*} Oh yeah, you got sixty-five niggas on your team And they're not from Southside - Jamaica, Queens They're the boys in blue, I'm just speakin the truth Now we all see the bitch in you, follow me [Hook] [Verse Two] Now let's take it back to the Vibe awards Where that nigga disrespect and then snuffed your boss A minute ago, all I heard was G-G-G-G-Unit Fifty niggas ran and they didn't even do shit That's a shame, I was sittin right in the front Waitin for you niggas to dump Where all thg guns and them Teflon vests-es? 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 gon' stop? You "CB4," youse a bitch nigga "Straight Outta Locash" L.A. 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? Nope, nope, no shawty - that's right You singin more than you rappin now Fifty that ain't right [Hook] [Fat Joe - over Hook] Now I told y'all niggas I don't battle rap man This ain't a motherfuckin movie nigga It's Crack BITCH! [Outro] NEW YORK!! I know what y'all thinkin man Y'all thinkin Jada gon' slay him lyrically This nigga be crazy for dissin Fat Joe man; he really crazy though This nigga be walkin around with twenty cops talkin shit on records Never comin out his house Feel like he can't get touched man I respond one time, one time only It ain't gon' be no more songs from me man And this for all the muh'fuckers who doubted Crack man Trust me, nigga could response ten thousand times I ain't talkin back to that nigga The one thing I will promise you If I want get you I'm gon' get you... and that's it man It's Crack bitch It's gon' be a real ugly summer man