Fat Joe - 50 Cent Diss (Fuck 50) lyrics
(gun shot sequence from 50 cent's "many men")
Yeah, that'll do it. yeah, i love hip hop.
I love this motherfucking hip hop game.
This nigga here is a little nigga, man.
Stay in your motherfucking lane nigga.
You fucking with a don, nigga. crack!
(Chorus:)
50! me! 50, he's the fakes thug you've ever seen
Curtis! curstis jackson, how come he can never ever been seen
Once i gotcha i'm give you my
My fo', fo' fo', fo' fo'
My, my fo', fo' fo', fo' fo'
My, my fo', fo' fo', fo' fo'
I'ma give it to you baby, nice and slow
(Verse 1:)
50 you gonna end up dead when you fuckin' wit crack
Said you gonna pop, where the fuck you be at?
I see mj in the hood more than curtis
Matter fact the beef shit is makin' niggas nervous
There's gonna be families grieving every sunday service
End up with your head popped off thanks to curtis
But he don't care, stayed locked in the house and shit
Steroided up, and won't come up out that bitch
Is it me does "candy shop" sound 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 brrrrrrrrrat!
Oh yeah, you got sixty-five niggas on your team
And they're not from southside jamaica, queens
They're the boys in blue
I'm just speakin' at you
Now we all see the bitch in you
Follow me
(Chorus:)
(Verse 2:)
Now lets take it back to the vibe awards
Where that nigga disrespected and snuff your boss
Ready to go, all i heard g-g-g unit!
Fifty niggas ran and they didn't even do shit
That's a shame, i was sitting right in the front
Waiting for you niggas to dump
Where all them guns at and them teflon vestses
We the terror squad boys, you should know not to test us
Hate it or love it, the the game's on top
Now you jealous of him, when your shit gon' stop?
You cb4, a bitch nigga straight outta lo-cash
La 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 a club?
Nope! nope! no, shorty! now that's right
You see him more than ya rappin' 50 that ain't live
(Chorus:)
New york! i know what ya'll thinkin', man.
Y'all thinking jada gonna slay him lyrically.
This nigga crazy for dissin' fat joe, man.
He really crazym though.
This nigga be walkin' around with twenty cops,
Talkin' shit on records, never comin' out his house.
Feel like he can't get touched, man.
I respond one time and one time only.
Ain't gonna be no more songs from me.
This for all the motherfuckers who doubted crcck, man.
Trust me. nigga could respond ten thousand times,
I ain't talkin' back to that nigga.
But one thing i will burnish you.
If i don't get you i will get your -- and that's it man.
It's crack bitch!
It's gonna be a real ugly summer, man.
