Il testo della My fofo

(shots being fjyti)

Yeah, that'll do it
Yeah, i love hip hop
I love this muthafuckin hip hop game
This nigga here is a little nigga man
Stay in your motherfucking lane nigga
You fucking with the don nigga
Follow me

(chorus)
Fifty meet, fifty, he's the fakest thug that you've ever seen
Curtis, curtis jackson, how come you can never ever been seen
Once i got you, i'm gonna 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 fuckin with crack
Talk about your gun 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 families grieving every sunday service
End up with your head popped off thanks to curtis
But he dont care, he stay locked up in his house and shit
Steroid up and he wont come about that bitch
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 fuck is wrong with this nigga
Fifty don't make me(blaaaaap)
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 bitch in you
Follow me

(chorus)

Now let's take it back to vibe awards

Where that nigga disrespect and then snuffed your boss
A minute ago, all 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 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 shit going to stop?
You cb4
Yous a bitch nigga straight out of low cash
And they 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 'em up in the club?
No, no, no shorty
That's right, you singing than more than you rappin
Now fifty that ain't right

(chorus)

I know what y'all thinkin man
Y'all thinkin jada gonna slam lyrically
This nigga be crazy for dissin' fat joe man
He really crazy tho
This nigga be walkin around with twenty cops talking shit on records
And never be comin out of his house
Feel like he can't get touched man
I respond one time, one time only
It ain't gonna be more songs for me man
This is for all the mutha fuckers who doubted crack
Trust me, nigga can response ten thousand times
I ain't talkin back to that nigga
One thing i will promise you
If i wont get you i'm gonna get your...
That's it man
This is crack bitch
It's gonna be a real ugly summer man