My FoFo

Yeah that'd do it

Yeah I love hip-hop

I love this **** hip-hop game

This one here's a little ****

Stay in your mother******* lane

You **** with the Don

Follow me

50, meet 50, he's the fakest thug you ever seen

Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come he can never ever be seen?

Once I got you I'ma give you my

My fofofo fofo

My, my fofofo fofo

My, my fofofo fofo

I'ma give it to you baby nice and slow

50 you gon' end up dead when you **** with Crack

Talking 'bout you gon' pop off, where the ***k you be at?

I see MJ in the hood more than Curtis

Matter fact this beat it sh** is making **** nervous

There's gon' be families grieving every Sunday service

End up with your head popped off thanks to Curtis

But he don't care, he's still locked up in the house

Just steroid up, and he won't come up out that ****

Is it me or Candy Shop sound like Magic Stick?

In the video there's **** 50 'bout with this chick

Shaking his ass, what the **** is wrong with this?

50 don't make me

Oh yeah, you got sixty-five **** on your team

And there not from South Side, Jamaican Queens

There the boys in blue, I'm just speaking the truth

Now we all see the ***ch in you

Follow me

50, meet 50, he's the fakest thug you ever seen

Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come he can never ever be seen?

Once I got you I'ma give you my

My fofofo fofo

My, my fofofo fofo

My, my fofofo fofo

Give it to you baby nice and slow

Now let's take it back to the Bible wars

With that **** disrespected and snuffed your boss

Ready to go, all I heard was G-g-g-unit

50 ran and they didn't even do ****

That's a shame, I was sitting right in the front

Waiting for your **** to dunk

Where all them guns at, and them teflon vests?

'Cause we them terror squad boys

You should know not to test us

Hate it or love it, the games on top

Now you jealous of him, when this **** gon' stop?

You CB4, you's a **** straight out of Locash

LA don't believe him, his **** is so ass

You just lean back, sip a **** with a ****

Now tell me, have you ever seen him up in the club?

No, no, no shorty, that's right

You singing more than you're rapping

Now 50 that ain't right

50, meet 50, he's the fakest thug you ever seen

Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come he can never ever be seen

Once I got you I'ma give you my

My fofofo fofo

My, my fofofo fofo

My, my fofofo fofo

I'ma give it to you baby nice and slow

New York, I know what y'all thinking man

Y'all thinking J done got slam lyrically

This **** crazy for dissing Fat Joe

He really crazy though

This **** walking around with twenty cops

Talking sh** on records, never coming out of his house

Feel like he can't get touched man

I respond one time, one time only

Ain't gon' be no more songs from me, man

This for them all, guess who got it cracked man?

Trust me, he can respond ten thousand times, I ain't talking back

The one thing I will promise you

If I won't get you I'm gon' get your ****

And that's it man

It's cracked

It's gon' be a really ugly summer, man