Fat Joe - My 44 lyrics

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Fat Joe - My 44 lyrics

Yeah that'll do it, man I told y'all n***as You f**in' wit the Don n***a, follow me 50, meet 50, he's the fakest dud you ever seen Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how this n***a ever get seen Once I got you I'ma give you my, my 44, 44, 44 My, my 44, 44, 44, my, my 44, 44, 44 I'ma give it to ya, n***a nice and slow 50 you gon end up dead when you f**in' wit crack Sayin' you gon pop off, where the f** you be at (Cook) I C MJ in the hood more den curtis Matter fact, dis beef sh** is makin' n***as nervous Every week families grievin' at Sunday service End up wit ya head popped off thanx to curtis But he don't care, he stay locked up in that house and sh** Steroid up and he won't come up out that b**h Is it me or Candy Shop sound like magic stick? In the video, this n***a 50 'bout to strip Shakin' his a**, what the f** is wrong with this, n***a? 50 don't make me brat Oh yeah, you got 65 n***as on your team But they're not from south side 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 50, meet 50, he's the fakest dud you ever seen Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how this n***a ever get seen Once I got you I'ma give you my, my 44, 44, 44 My, my 44, 44, 44, my, my 44, 44, 44 I'ma give it to ya, n***a nice and slow Now let's take it bak to the vibe awards Where did n***a lost and den snuffed your boss Ready to go, all I heard was G-Unit 50 n***as ran and they didn't even do sh** That's a shame, I was sittin' right in the front Waitin' for yo n***as to duck Where all them guns at? And the thephlon vests? We them terror squad boys you should no not to test us Hate or love it the games on top, now you jealous of him When yo sh** gunna stop? You see, you a b**h n***a straight outta lowa cash Everybody don't believe him, this n***as so a** This lean back said my sh** was a dud Now tell me have you ever seen them up in the club? (Nope, nope, nope) No shorty That's right you singin' more than you rappin' now 50 that ain't right 50, meet 50, he's the fakest dud you ever seen Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how this n***a ever get seen Once I got you I'ma give you my, my 44, 44, 44 My, my 44, 44, 44, my, my 44, 44, 44 I'ma give it to ya, n***a nice and slow

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