Fuck 50 <br>(Featuring Jadakiss) lyrics

(Intro - Fat Joe)
Gunshots
Yeah that'll do it,
Yeah, I love hip-hop,
I love this mothafuckin' hip-hop game,
This nigga here is a real nigga man,
Stay in ya mothafuckin' lane nigga!
You fuckin' wit a Don nigga!
Crack!
Follow me!

(Chorus)
50, meet 50,
He's the fakest thug you've ever seen,
Curtis, Curtis Jackson
How come nigga never ever be seen?
Once I got you Imma give you
My my fo fo fo fo fo
My my fo fo fo fo fo
My my fo fo fo fo fo
Imma give it to you baby nice and slow

(Verse 1 - Fat Joe)
50 you gon end up dead when you fuckin' wit Crack
Talkin' bout you gon pop off
Where the fuck you be at?
I see MJ in the hood more than Curtis,
Matter of fact this beef shit is makin' niggaz nervous
It's gon be families grievin every sunday service
End up wit ya head popped off thanks to Curtis,
But he don't care,
He stay locked up in the house and shit,
Steroid up, and he won't come up out that bitch
Is it me or "Candy Shop" sound like "Magic Stick"?
In the video this nigga 50 bout to strip
Shakin' his ass what the fuck is wrong wit this, nigga?
50 don't make me ....
Oh yeah you got 65 niggaz on your team
And they're not from southside Jamaica-Queens
They're the boyz in blue
I'm just speakin' the truth
Yeah we all see the bitch in you,
Follow me!

(Chorus)
50, meet 50
He's the fakest thug you've ever seen,
Curtis, Curtis Jackson
How come nigga never ever be seen?
Once I got you imma give you
My my fo fo fo fo fo
My my fo fo fo fo fo
My my fo fo fo fo fo
Imma give it to you baby nice and slow

(Verse 2 - Fat Joe)
Now lets take it back to the Vibe Awards,
Where that nigga disrespected and snuffed ya balls
A minute ago, all I heard was
G-G-G-Unit!
Fifty niggaz ran and they didn't even do shit!
That's a shame I was sittin' right in the front,
Waitin' for ya niggaz to dump,
Where all the guns at and them teflon vests?
We them Terror Sqaud boyz 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 gon stop?
You've seen before
You'se a bitch strait outta low cash
L.A. 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 him up in da club?
Nope, nope, no shawty
Yeah that's right,
You singin' more than you rappin'
Now 50 that ain't right

(Chorus)
50, meet 50
He's the fakest thug you've ever seen,
Curtis, Curtis Jackson
How come nigga never ever be seen?
Once I got you imma give you
My my fo fo fo fo fo
My my fo fo fo fo fo
My my fo fo fo fo fo
Imma give it to you baby nice and slow

(Verse 3 - Jadakiss)
New York!
I know what ya'll thinkin' man,
Ya'll thinkin' Jada gon slam lyrically,
This nigga crazy for dissin' Fat Joe,
He really crazy though,
This nigga be walkin' around wit 20 cops
Talkin' shit on records
And never comin' outta his house,
Feel like he can't get touched man,
Imma spar one time and one time only
There ain't gon be no more songs for me man,
This is for all the mothafuckas who doubted Crack,
Trust me,
Nigga can respond 10,000 times
I ain't talkin' back to that nigga,
But one thing I will promise you,
If I won't get you, I'll come get your ...
That's it man,
It's Crack bitch,
It's gonna be a real ugly summer man