Fat Joe - My Fo Fo lyrics

[Shots being fired] Yeah, that'll do it Yeah, I love hip hop I love this muthaf**in hip hop game This n***a here is a little n***a man Stay in your motherf**ing lane n***a You f**ing with the Don n***a 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 f**in with crack Talk about your girl pop off, where the f** you be at I see MJ in the hood more than Curtis Matter of fact, this beef sh** is making n***az 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** Steroid up and he wont come about that b**h Is it me or does candy shop sound like magic stick? In the video, this n***a fifty bout to strip Shaking his a**, what the f** is wrong with this n***a Fifty don't make me Oh yeah, you got sixty-five n***az 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 b**h in you Follow me [Chorus] Now let's take it back to Vibe awards Where that n***a disrespect and then snuffed your balls A minute ago, all I heard was G-G-G-G-Unit Fifty n***az ran and they didn't even do sh** That's a shame, I was sitting right in the front Waiting for you n***az 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** going to stop? You've seen me before Yous a b**h n***a straight out of low cash And they 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? No, no, no shawty That's right, you singing more than you rappin Now Fifty that ain't right [Chorus] NEW YORK! I know what y'all thinkin man Y'all thinkin Jada gon slam lyrically This n***a be crazy for dissin' Fat Joe man He really crazy tho This n***a be walkin around with twenty cops talking sh** on records Never 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**ers who doubted crack Trust me, n***a can respond ten thousand times I ain't talkin back to that n***a One thing I will promise you That's it man This is crack b**h It's gonna be a real ugly summer man