เนื้อเพลง My Fo Fo - Fat Joe

Yeah, that'll do it
Yeah, I love hip hop
I love this muthaf*ckin hip hop game
This n*gga here is a little n*gga man
Stay in your motherf*cking lane n*gga
You f*cking with the Don n*gga
Folow me

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Fifty meet, Fifty, he's the fakest that you've ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never been seen
Once I got you, I'm gonna get give you
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 f*ckin with crack
Talk about your girl pop off, where the f*ck you be at
I see MJ in the hood more than Curtis
Matter of fact, this beef sh*t is making n*ggaz 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 sh*t
Steroid up and he wont come about that b*tch
Is it me or does candy shop sound like magic stick?
In the video, this n*gga fifty bout to strip
Shaking his ass, what the f*ck is wrong with this n*gga
Fifty don't make me
Oh yeah, you got sixty-five n*ggaz on your team
And they're not from Southside Jamaica, Queens
They're the boys in blue, and I'm just speaking the truth
Yeah we all see the b*tch in you
Follow me

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Now let's take it back to Vibe awards
Where that n*gga disrespect and then snuffed your balls
A minute ago, all I heard was G-G-G-G-Unit
Fifty n*ggaz ran and they didn't even do sh*t
That's a shame, I was sitting right in the front
Waiting for you n*ggaz 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 sh*t going to stop?
You've seen me before
Yous a b*tch n*gga straight out of low cash
And they don't believe him, this n*gga is so ass
You dissed lean back, said my sh*t was a dud
Now tell me, have you ever seen 'em up in the club?
No, no, no shawty
That's right, you see them more than you rappin
Now Fifty that ain't right

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I know what y'all thinkin man
Y'all thinkin JD gonna slam lyrically
This n*gga be crazy for dissin' Fat Joe man
He really crazy tho
This n*gga be walkin around with twenty cops talking sh*t 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 for me man
This is for all the mutha f*ckers who die crack
Trust me, make a response ten thousand times
I ain't talkin back to that n*gga
One thing I will promise you
That's it man
This is crack b*tch
It's gonna be a real ugly summer man