My fo fo

Yeah, that'll do it
Yeah, I love hip hop
I love this muthaf***in hip hop game
This nigga here is a little nigga man
Stay in your motherf***ing lane nigga
You f***ing with the Don nigga
Folow 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 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 niggaz 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 bi***
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 f*** 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, and I'm just speaking the truth
Yeah we all see the bi*** in you
Follow me



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 sh**
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 sh** going to stop?
You've seen me before
Yous a bi*** nigga straight out of low cash
And they don't believe him, this nigga is so ass
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 see them more than you rappin
Now Fifty that ain't right