My Fofo lyrics

by

Ma$e


[Intro]
Yeah, that'll do it
Yeah, I love hip hop
I love this motherf*ckin hip-hop game
This n*gga here is a little n*gga man
Stay in your motherf*ckin lane n*gga
You f*ckin with a Don n*gga
Uhh, CRACK, follow me

[Chorus]
50, meet 50, he's the fakest you ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never ever be seen
Once I got you, I'ma give you - my, my fo fo-fo-fo
My, my fo fo-fo-fo; my, my fo fo-fo-fo
I'ma give it to you baby, nice and slow,

[Verse 1]
50 you gon' end up dead when you f*ckin with Crack
Talkin about you gon' pop off, where the f*ck you be at
(Cook! Cook!) I see MJ in the hood more than Curtis
Matter fact, this beef sh*t is making n*ggas 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' sh*t
Steroid up, and he won't come about that b*tch
Is it me or Candy Shop sound like Magic Stick?
In the video, this n*gga 50 'bout to strip
Shakin his ass, what the f*ck is wrong with this n*gga
50 don't make me {*brrrrrrap*}
Oh yeah, you got sixty-five n*ggas 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 b*tch in you, follow me
[Chorus]
50, meet 50, he's the fakest you ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never ever be seen
Once I got you, I'ma give you - my, my fo fo-fo-fo
My, my fo fo-fo-fo; my, my fo fo-fo-fo
I'ma give it to you baby, nice and slow

[Verse 2]
Now let's take it back to the Vibe awards
Where that n*gga disrespected and snuffed your boss
A minute ago, all I heard was G-G-G-G-Unit
50 n*ggas ran and they didn't even do sh*t
That's a shame, I was sittin' right in the front
Waitin' for your n*ggas to dump
Where all the guns and them Teflon vests-es?
We them Terror Squad boys, you should know not to test us
Hate or love that The Game's on top
Now you jealous of him, when your sh*t gon' stop?
You CB4, you's a b*tch n*gga Straight Outta Locash
L.A. don't believe him, this n*gga is so ass
You dissed Lean Back, said my sh*t was a dud
Now tell me have you ever seen him up in the club?
Nope, nope, no shawty, that's right
You singin' more than you rappin' now 50 that ain't right

[Chorus]
50, meet 50, he's the fakest you ever seen (Now I told y'all n*ggas I don't battle rap, man)
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come you can never ever be seen
Once I got you, I'ma give you, my, (This ain't a motherf*ckin movie n*gga) my fo fo-fo-fo
My, my fo fo-fo-fo; (It's Crack b*tch!) my, my fo fo-fo-fo
I'ma give it to you baby, nice and slow
[Outro]
NEW YORK!!
I know what y'all thinkin' man
Y'all thinkin' Jada gon' slay him lyrically
This n*gga crazy for dissin' Fat Joe man
He really crazy though
This n*gga be walkin' around wit twenty cops, talkin' sh*t 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
This for all the muh'f*ckers who doubted Crack, man
Trust me, n*gga could response ten thousand times
I ain't talkin' back to that n*gga
The one thing I will promise you
If I won't get'chu, I'm gon' get'chu... and that's it man
It's Crack b*tch
It's gon' be a real ugly summer man
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