Fat Joe Victim (explicit) Lyrics

Victim (explicit) Lyrics

Yeah, that'll do it

Yeah, I love hip hop

I love this muthafuckin' hip hop game

This nigga here is a little nigga man



Stay in your motherfucking lane nigga

You fucking with the Don nigga

Follow me



Fifty me, fifty, he's the fakest that you've ever seen

Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never been seen?

Once I got you, I'm gonna get give you



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 fuckin' with crack

Talk about your girl pop off, where the fuck you be at?

I see MJ in the hood more than Curtis

Matter of 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's still locked up in his house and shit

Steroid up and he wont come about that bitch

Is it me or does candy shop sound like magic stick?

In the video, this nigga fifty 'bout to strip



Shaking 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 South side Jamaica, Queens



They're the boys in blue and I'm just speaking the truth

Yeah, we all see the bitch in you

Follow me



Fifty me, fifty, he's the fakest that you've ever seen

Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never been seen?

Once I got you, I'm gonna get give you



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



Now let's take it back to vibe awards

Where that nigga disrespect and then snuffed your balls

A minute ago, all I heard was G-G-G-G-Unit

Fifty niggaz ran and they didn't even do shit



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

Waiting for you niggaz 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 shit going to stop?



You've seen me before

Yous a bitch nigga straight out of low cash

And they 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?



No, no, no shawty

That's right, you see them more than you rappin'

Now Fifty that ain't right



Fifty me, fifty, he's the fakest that you've ever seen

Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never been seen?

Once I got you, I'm gonna get give you



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



I know what y'all thinkin' man

Y'all thinkin' JD gonna slam lyrically

This nigga be crazy for dissin' Fat Joe man

He really crazy tho



This nigga be walkin' around with twenty cops talking shit on records

And never be 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 fuckers who die crack

Trust me, make a response ten thousand times

I ain't talkin' back to that nigga



One thing I will promise you

That's it man

This is crack bitch

It's gonna be a real ugly summer man