Fat Joe - My Fo Fo

[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

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