Fat Joe My Fo Fo Lyrics

My Fo Fo Lyrics

Yeah that'll do it, yeah, I love hip hop

I love this motherfuckin' hip hop game

This nigga here is a little nigga, man

Stay in your motherfuckin' lane, nigga

You fuckin' with a Don, nigga, Crack, follow me



Fifty, meet Fifty, he's the fakest have 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 fo fo fo fo fo

My, my fo fo fo fo fo, my, my fo fo fo fo fo

I'ma give it to you, baby, nice and slow



Fifty, you gon' end up dead when you fuckin' with Crack

Talkin' about you gon' pop off, where the fuck you be at?

Cook, I see MJ in the hood more than Curtis

Matter fact, this beef shit is making niggaz 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' shit

Steroid up and he won't come about that bitch



Is it me or 'Candy Shop' sound like 'Magic Stick'?

In the video, this nigga Fifty 'bout to strip

Shakin' his ass, what the fuck is wrong with this nigga?

Fifty, don't make me



Oh yeah, you got sixty-five niggaz 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 bitch in you, follow me, nigga



Fifty, meet Fifty, he's the fakest have 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 fo fo fo fo fo

My, my fo fo fo fo fo, my, my fo fo fo fo fo

I'ma give it to you, baby, nice and slow



Now, let's take it back to the Vibe awards

Where that nigga disrespect and then snuffed your boss

Minute ago, all I heard was G-G-G-Unit

Fifty niggaz ran and they didn't even do shit



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

Waitin' for you niggaz to dump

Where all thug 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 shit gon' stop?

You 'CB4,' youse a bitch nigga 'Straight Outta Locash'

L.A. don't believe him, this nigga is so ass



You dissed 'Lean Back,' said my shit 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



Fifty, meet Fifty, he's the fakest have 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 fo fo fo fo fo

My, my fo fo fo fo fo, my, my fo fo fo fo fo

I'ma give it to you, baby, nice and slow



New York, I know what y'all thinkin', man

Y'all thinkin' Jada gon' slay him lyrically

This nigga be crazy for dissin'

Fat Joe man, he really crazy though



This nigga be walkin' around with

Twenty cops talkin' shit 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'fuckers

Who doubted Crack man



Trust me, nigga could response ten thousand times

I ain't talkin' back to that nigga

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, bitch

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