Artist/Band:
Fat Joe
Lyrics for Song: Fuck 50
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - Fat Joe
[gunshots]
Yeah, that will do it, yeah
I love hip-hop
I love this motha fuckin' hip-hop game
This nigga here is a little nigga
Stay in your motha fuckin' lane, nigga
You fuckin' with a Don Nigga
Follow me
[chorus]
50, meet 50
He's the fakest thug 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 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 my, my 4, 4, 4, 4, 4
My, my 4, 4, 4, 4, 4
I'ma give it to baby, you nice and slow
50, you gon' end up dead, when you fuckin' with gat
Talkin' bout you gon' pop off, where the fuck you be at
I see MJ in the hood more than Curtis
Might as fact this beat shit is making niggas nervous
It's goin' be families grieving every Sunday service
End up with your head popped off, thanks to Curtis
But he don't care, he stays locked up in the house and shit
Steroid up, but he won't come out, that bitch
Is it me or "Candy Shop" sounds like "Magic Stick"
In the video this nigga 50 bout to strip
Shaking his ass, what the fuck is wrong with this nigga
50, don't make me (tongue roll)
Oh yeah, you got 65 niggas on your team
And they're not from Southside Jamica Queens
They're the boys in blue, I'm just speaking the truth
Now we all see the bitch in you, follow me
[chorus]
50, meet 50
He's the fakest thug 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 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 my, my 4, 4, 4, 4, 4
My, my 4, 4, 4, 4, 4
I'ma give it to baby, you nice and slow
Now let's take it back to the Vibe Awards
Where that nigga disrespected and sunfed your boss
Ready to go, all I heard was G-G-Gunit
50 niggas ran and they didn't even do shit
Dats a shame, I was sitting right in the front
Waiting for your niggas to dunk
Where all the guns at and the Teflon vests
We the Terror Squad boys, you should know not to test us
Hate it or love it, The Game's on top
Now you're jealous of him when your shit goin' stop
You CB4, you's a bitch nigga straight out of low class
LA don't believe him, this nigga is so ass
In this "Lean Back", said my shit was a dud
Now tell me have you ever seen him up "In da Club"?
No, no, no shorty that's right
You singing more than you rap, now 50 that ain't right
[chorus]
50, meet 50
He's the fakest thug 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 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 my, my 4, 4, 4, 4, 4
My, my 4, 4, 4, 4, 4
I'ma give it to baby, you nice and slow
50 you gone end up dead, when you fuckin' with crack
Talkin' bout you gon' pop off, where the fuck you be at
I see MJ in the hood more than Curtis
Might as fact this beat shit is making niggas nervous
It's goin' be families grieving every Sunday service
End up with your head popped off, thanks to Curtis
But he don't care, he stays locked up in the house and shit
Steroid up but he won't come out, that bitch
Is it me or "Candy Shop' sounds like "Magic Stick"
In the video this nigga 50 bout to strip
Shaking his ass, what the fuck is wrong with this nigga
50 don't make me (tongue roll)
Oh yeah, you got 65 niggas on your team
And they're not from Southside Jamica Queens
They're the boys in blue, I'm just speaking the truth
Now we all see the bitch in you, follow me
[chorus]
50, meet 50
He's the fakest thug 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 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 my, my 4, 4, 4, 4, 4
My, my 4, 4, 4, 4, 4
I'ma give it to baby, you nice and slow
New york
I know what y'all thinking, man
Y'all thinking Jada goin' slay him lyricals
Dis nigga crazy for dissing Fat Joe, man
He really crazy though
This nigga be walking around with 20 cops
Talking shit on records, never coming out of his house
Feel like he can't get touched, man
I respond one time, one time only
It ain't goin' be more songs for me, man
This is for all the mothafuckers who got it crackin'
Trust me, nigga can respond ten thousand times
I ain't talking back to that nigga
The one thing I will promise you
If I don't get you, I'ma get your family
And datz it man, what's crack bitch
This goin' be a really ugly summer man
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