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    Fat Joe

    Fuck 50

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    Добавлена 26 мая 2013 пользователем Миша

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    [gunshots]
    Yeah, that will do it, yeah
    I love hip-hop
    I love this motha fuckin' hip-hop game
    This nigga here is a little nigga
    Stay in your motha fuckin' lane, nigga
    You fuckin' with a Don Nigga
    Follow me
    [chorus]
    50, meet 50
    He's the fakest thug 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 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 my, my 4, 4, 4, 4, 4
    My, my 4, 4, 4, 4, 4
    I'ma give it to baby, you nice and slow
    50, you gon' end up dead, when you fuckin' with gat
    Talkin' bout you gon' pop off, where the fuck you be at
    I see MJ in the hood more than Curtis
    Might as fact this beat shit is making niggas nervous
    It's goin' be families grieving every Sunday service
    End up with your head popped off, thanks to Curtis
    But he don't care, he stays locked up in the house and shit
    Steroid up, but he won't come out, that bitch
    Is it me or "Candy Shop" sounds like "Magic Stick"
    In the video this nigga 50 bout to strip
    Shaking his ass, what the fuck is wrong with this nigga
    50, don't make me (tongue roll)
    Oh yeah, you got 65 niggas on your team
    And they're not from Southside Jamica Queens
    They're the boys in blue, I'm just speaking the truth
    Now we all see the bitch in you, follow me
    [chorus]
    50, meet 50
    He's the fakest thug 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 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 my, my 4, 4, 4, 4, 4
    My, my 4, 4, 4, 4, 4
    I'ma give it to baby, you nice and slow
    Now let's take it back to the Vibe Awards
    Where that nigga disrespected and sunfed your boss
    Ready to go, all I heard was G-G-Gunit
    50 niggas ran and they didn't even do shit
    Dats a shame, I was sitting right in the front
    Waiting for your niggas to dunk
    Where all the guns at and the Teflon vests
    We the Terror Squad boys, you should know not to test us
    Hate it or love it, The Game's on top
    Now you're jealous of him when your shit goin' stop
    You CB4, you's a bitch nigga straight out of low class
    LA don't believe him, this nigga is so ass
    In this "Lean Back", said my shit was a dud
    Now tell me have you ever seen him up "In da Club"?
    No, no, no shorty that's right
    You singing more than you rap, now 50 that ain't right
    [chorus]
    50, meet 50
    He's the fakest thug 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 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 my, my 4, 4, 4, 4, 4
    My, my 4, 4, 4, 4, 4
    I'ma give it to baby, you nice and slow
    50 you gone end up dead, when you fuckin' with crack
    Talkin' bout you gon' pop off, where the fuck you be at
    I see MJ in the hood more than Curtis
    Might as fact this beat shit is making niggas nervous
    It's goin' be families grieving every Sunday service
    End up with your head popped off, thanks to Curtis
    But he don't care, he stays locked up in the house and shit
    Steroid up but he won't come out, that bitch
    Is it me or "Candy Shop' sounds like "Magic Stick"
    In the video this nigga 50 bout to strip
    Shaking his ass, what the fuck is wrong with this nigga
    50 don't make me (tongue roll)
    Oh yeah, you got 65 niggas on your team
    And they're not from Southside Jamica Queens
    They're the boys in blue, I'm just speaking the truth
    Now we all see the bitch in you, follow me
    [chorus]
    50, meet 50
    He's the fakest thug 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 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 my, my 4, 4, 4, 4, 4
    My, my 4, 4, 4, 4, 4
    I'ma give it to baby, you nice and slow
    New york
    I know what y'all thinking, man
    Y'all thinking Jada goin' slay him lyricals
    Dis nigga crazy for dissing Fat Joe, man
    He really crazy though
    This nigga be walking around with 20 cops
    Talking shit on records, never coming out of his house
    Feel like he can't get touched, man
    I respond one time, one time only
    It ain't goin' be more songs for me, man
    This is for all the mothafuckers who got it crackin'
    Trust me, nigga can respond ten thousand times
    I ain't talking back to that nigga
    The one thing I will promise you
    If I don't get you, I'ma get your family
    And datz it man, what's crack bitch
    This goin' be a really ugly summer man
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