My Fofo

[Shots being fired] Yeah, that'll do it Yeah, I love hip hop I love this muthafuckin hip hop game This nigga here is a little nigga man Stay in your motherfucking lane nigga You fucking with the Don nigga Folow me [Chorus] Fifty meet, Fifty, he's the fakest thug you've ever seen Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come he can never ever be seen Once I got you, I'm gonna give you my My, My, fo fo fo fo My, My, fo fo fo fo My, My, fo fo fo fo I'm going to give it to you baby, nice and slow Fifty you goin to end up dead when you fuckin with crack Talk about your girl 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 dont care, he's still locked up in his house and shit Steroid up and he wont 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 Southside Jamaica, Queens They're the boys in blue, and I'm just speaking the truth Now we all see the bitch in you Follow me [Chorus] Now let's take it back to Vibe awards Where that nigga disrespect and then snuffed your balls 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've seen me before Yous 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 shawty That's right, you singing more than you rappin Now Fifty that ain't right [Chorus] NEW YORK! I know what y'all thinkin man Y'all thinkin Jada gon slam lyrically This nigga be crazy for dissin' Fat Joe man He really crazy tho This nigga be walkin around with twenty cops talking shit on records Never comin' out of his house Feel like he can't get touched man I'm gonna respond one time, one time only It ain't gonna be more songs for me man This is for all the mutha fuckers who doubted crack Trust me, nigga can respond ten thousand times I ain't talkin back to that nigga One thing I will promise you That's it man This is crack bitch It's gonna be a real ugly summer man