My Fo Fo

Yeah that'll do it, yeah, I love hip hop I love this motherf**kin' hip hop game This nigga here is a little nigga, man Stay in your motherf**kin' lane, nigga You f**kin' with a Don, nigga, Crack, follow me Fifty, meet Fifty, he's the fakest have you ever seen? Curtis, Curtis Jackson How come you can never ever be seen? (Once I got you, I'ma give you my) My, my fo fo fo fo fo My, my fo fo fo fo fo, my, my fo fo fo fo fo I'ma give it to you, baby, nice and slow Fifty, you gon' end up dead when you f**kin' with Crack Talkin' about you gon' pop off, where the f**k you be at? Cook, I see MJ in the hood more than Curtis Matter 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 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 a*s, what the f**k 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 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, nigga Fifty, meet Fifty, he's the fakest have you ever seen? Curtis, Curtis Jackson How come you can never ever be seen? (Once I got you, I'ma give you my) My, my fo fo fo fo fo My, my fo fo fo fo fo, my, my fo fo fo fo fo I'ma 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 Minute ago, all I heard was G-G-G-Unit Fifty niggaz ran and they didn't even do shit That's a shame, I was sittin' right in the front Waitin' for you niggaz to dump Where all thug 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 a*s 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 Fifty, meet Fifty, he's the fakest have you ever seen? Curtis, Curtis Jackson How come you can never ever be seen? (Once I got you, I'ma give you my) My, my fo fo fo fo fo My, my fo fo fo fo fo, my, my fo fo fo fo fo I'ma give it to you, baby, nice and slow 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'f**kers 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