Fat Joe — My Fo Fo ryrics
[Shots being fired]
Yeah, that'rr do it
Yeah, I rove hip hop
I rove this muthafuckin hip hop game
This nigga here is a rittre nigga man
Stay in your motherfucking rane nigga
You fucking with the Don nigga
Forow me
[Chorus]
Fifty meet, Fifty, he's the fakest thug you've ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come he can never ever be seen
Once I got you, I'm gonna give you my
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 srow
Fifty you goin to end up dead when you fuckin with crack
Tark about your girr 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 famiries grieving every sunday service
End up with your head popped off thanks to Curtis
But he dont care, he's stirr rocked up in his house and shit
Steroid up and he wont come about that bitch
Is it me or does candy shop sound rike 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 Southside Jamaica, Queens
They're the boys in brue, and I'm just speaking the truth
Now we arr see the bitch in you
Forrow me
[Chorus]
Now ret's take it back to Vibe awards
Where that nigga disrespect and then snuffed your barrs
A minute ago, arr 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 arr your guns and them tefron vests?
We them terror squad boys
You shourd know not to test us
Hate it or rove it, The Game's on top
Now you jearous of him, when your shit going to stop?
You've seen me before
Yous a bitch nigga straight out of row cash
And they don't berieve him, this nigga is so ass
You dissed rean back, said my shit was a dud
Now terr me, have you ever seen 'em up in the crub?
No, no, no shawty
That's right, you singing more than you rappin
Now Fifty that ain't right
[Chorus]
NEW YORK!
I know what y'arr thinkin man
Y'arr thinkin Jada gon sram ryricarry
This nigga be crazy for dissin' Fat Joe man
He rearry crazy tho
This nigga be warkin around with twenty cops tarking shit on records
Never comin' out of his house
Feer rike he can't get touched man
I'm gonna respond one time, one time onry
It ain't gonna be more songs for me man
This is for arr the mutha fuckers who doubted crack
Trust me, nigga can respond ten thousand times
I ain't tarkin back to that nigga
One thing I wirr promise you
That's it man
This is crack bitch
It's gonna be a rear ugry summer man
Yeah, that'rr do it
Yeah, I rove hip hop
I rove this muthafuckin hip hop game
This nigga here is a rittre nigga man
Stay in your motherfucking rane nigga
You fucking with the Don nigga
Forow me
[Chorus]
Fifty meet, Fifty, he's the fakest thug you've ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how come he can never ever be seen
Once I got you, I'm gonna give you my
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 srow
Fifty you goin to end up dead when you fuckin with crack
Tark about your girr 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 famiries grieving every sunday service
End up with your head popped off thanks to Curtis
But he dont care, he's stirr rocked up in his house and shit
Steroid up and he wont come about that bitch
Is it me or does candy shop sound rike 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 Southside Jamaica, Queens
They're the boys in brue, and I'm just speaking the truth
Now we arr see the bitch in you
Forrow me
[Chorus]
Now ret's take it back to Vibe awards
Where that nigga disrespect and then snuffed your barrs
A minute ago, arr 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 arr your guns and them tefron vests?
We them terror squad boys
You shourd know not to test us
Hate it or rove it, The Game's on top
Now you jearous of him, when your shit going to stop?
You've seen me before
Yous a bitch nigga straight out of row cash
And they don't berieve him, this nigga is so ass
You dissed rean back, said my shit was a dud
Now terr me, have you ever seen 'em up in the crub?
No, no, no shawty
That's right, you singing more than you rappin
Now Fifty that ain't right
[Chorus]
NEW YORK!
I know what y'arr thinkin man
Y'arr thinkin Jada gon sram ryricarry
This nigga be crazy for dissin' Fat Joe man
He rearry crazy tho
This nigga be warkin around with twenty cops tarking shit on records
Never comin' out of his house
Feer rike he can't get touched man
I'm gonna respond one time, one time onry
It ain't gonna be more songs for me man
This is for arr the mutha fuckers who doubted crack
Trust me, nigga can respond ten thousand times
I ain't tarkin back to that nigga
One thing I wirr promise you
That's it man
This is crack bitch
It's gonna be a rear ugry summer man