Dre - My FoFo lyrics

* originally titled "f** 50" Yeah, that'll do it Yeah, I love hip hop I love this motherf**in hip-hop game This n***a here is a little n***a man Stay in your motherf**in lane n***a You f**in with a Don n***a Uhh, CRACK, follow me [Hook] Fifty, meet Fifty, he's the fakest you 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 My, my fo fo-fo-fo; my, my fo fo-fo-fo I'mma give it to you baby, nice and slow [Verse One] Fifty you gon' end up dead when you f**in with Crack Talkin about you gon' pop off, where the f** you be at (Cook! Cook!) I see MJ in the hood more than Curtis Matter fact, this beef sh** is making n***as nervous It's gonna be families grieving every Sunday service End up with your head popped off thanks to Curtis But he don't care, he stay locked up in the house an' sh** Steroid up, and he won't come about that b**h Is it me or "Candy Shop" sound like "Magic Stick?" In the video, this n***a Fifty 'bout to strip Shakin his a**, what the f** is wrong with this n***a Fifty don't make me {*brrrrrrap*} Oh yeah, you got sixty-five n***as on your team And they're not from Southside - Jamaica, Queens They're the boys in blue, I'm just speakin the truth Now we all see the b**h in you, follow me [Hook] [Verse Two] Now let's take it back to the Vibe awards Where that n***a disrespect and then snuffed your boss A minute ago, all I heard was G-G-G-G-Unit Fifty n***as ran and they didn't even do sh** That's a shame, I was sittin right in the front Waitin for you n***as to dump Where all thg guns and them Teflon vests-es? 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** gon' stop? You "CB4," youse a b**h n***a "Straight Outta Locash" L.A. don't believe him, this n***a is so a** You dissed "Lean Back," said my sh** was a dud Now tell me have you ever seen 'em up in the club? Nope, nope, no shawty - that's right You singin more than you rappin now Fifty that ain't right [Hook] [Fat Joe - over Hook] Now I told y'all n***as I don't battle rap man This ain't a motherf**in movie n***a It's Crack b*tch! [Outro] NEW YORK!! I know what y'all thinkin man Y'all thinkin Jada gon' slay him lyrically This n***a be crazy for dissin Fat Joe man; he really crazy though This n***a be walkin around with twenty cops talkin sh** on records Never comin out his house Feel like he can't get touched man I respond one time, one time only It ain't gon' be no more songs from me man And this for all the muh'f**ers who doubted Crack man Trust me, n***a could response ten thousand times I ain't talkin back to that n***a The one thing I will promise you If I want get you I'm gon' get you... and that's it man It's Crack b**h It's gon' be a real ugly summer man