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Fat Joe( Joseph Antonio Cartagena )
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Fuck 50
Lyricist:Lou Reed
Yeah, that'll do it, yeah, I love hip hop I love this muthafucking hip hop game This nigga here is a real nigga man Stay in your motherfucking lane nigga You fucking with the Don nigga crack follow me
Fifty meet, Fifty, he's the fakest thug you've ever seen Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never ever be seen Once I got you,Imma give you my, my, fo fo fo fo fo My, my, fo fo fo fo fo, my, my, fo fo fo fo fo I'mma give it to you baby, nice and slow
Fifty you goin to end up dead when you fucking 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 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, brap
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 you've ever seen (It's crack) 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 fo (Shit all on you niggas) My, my, fo fo fo fo fo (Mofucker) My, my, fo fo fo fo fo (It's crack, it's crack, it's crack) Brap I'mma give it to you baby, nice and slow
Now let's take it back to Vibe awards Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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's CB4, you's a bitch nigga straight out of low cash LA 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? Nop, nop, nop shawty That's right, you singin' more than you rappin' Now Fifty that ain't right
Fifty, meet Fifty, he's the fakest thug you've 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 fo (They say motherfucking movie nigga) My, my, fo fo fo fo fo (It's crack bitch) My, my, fo fo fo fo fo I'mma give it to you baby, nice and slow
New York
I know what y'all thinkin' man y'all thinkin' JD gonna 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 And never be 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 to 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 real promise you I won't get you I'm a get your family that's it man crack bitch It's gonna be a real ugly summer man
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