Letra My 40 Fat Joe

My 40

[gunshots]
Yeah, that will do it, yeah
I love hip-hop
I love this motha f*ckin' hip-hop game
This nigga here is a little nigga
Stay in your motha f*ckin' lane, nigga
You f*ckin' with a
Don
Nigga
Follow me [chorus] 50, meet 50
He's the fakest thug you ever seen
Curtis,
Curtis
Jackson
How come you can never ever be seen
Once
I got you,
I'ma give you my
My, my 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 my, my 4, 4, 4, 4, 4
My, my 4, 4, 4, 4, 4
I'ma give it to baby, you nice and slow 50, you gon' end up dead, when you f*ckin' with gat
Talkin' bout you gon' pop off, where the f*ck you be at
I see
M
J in the hood more than
Curtis
Might as fact this beat shit is making niggas nervous
It's goin' be families grieving every
Sunday service
End up with your head popped off, thanks to
Curtis
But he don't care, he stays locked up in the house and shit
Steroid up, but he won't come out, that bitch
Is it me or "
Candy
Shop" sounds like "
Magic
Stick"
In the video this nigga 50 bout to strip
Shaking his ass, what the f*ck is wrong with this nigga 50, don't make me (tongue roll)
Oh yeah, you got 65 niggas on your team
And they're not from
Southside
Jamica
Queens
They're the boys in blue,
I'm just speaking the truth
Now we all see the bitch in you, follow me [chorus] [
Fat
Joe
My 44
Lyrics ] 50, meet 50
He's the fakest thug you ever seen
Curtis,
Curtis
Jackson
How come you can never ever be seen
Once
I got you,
I'ma give you my
My, my 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 my, my 4, 4, 4, 4, 4
My, my 4, 4, 4, 4, 4
I'ma give it to baby, you nice and slow
Now let's take it back to the
Vibe
Awards
Where that nigga disrespected and sunfed your boss
Ready to go, all
I heard was
G-G-Gunit 50 niggas ran and they didn't even do shit
Dats a shame,
I was sitting right in the front
Waiting for your niggas to dunk
Where all the guns at and the
Teflon vests
We the
Terror
Squad boys, you should know not to test us
Hate it or love it,
The
Game's on top
Now you're jealous of him when your shit goin' stop
You seen before, you's a bitch nigga straight out of low class
L
A don't believe him, this nigga is so ass
In this "
Lean
Back", said my shit was a dud
Now tell me have you ever seen him up "
In da
Club"?
No, no, no shorty that's right
You singing more than you rap, now 50 that ain't right [chorus] [
Fat
Joe
My 44
Lyrics ] 50, meet 50
He's the fakest thug you ever seen
Curtis,
Curtis
Jackson
How come you can never ever be seen
Once
I got you,
I'ma give you my
My, my 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 my, my 4, 4, 4, 4, 4
My, my 4, 4, 4, 4, 4
I'ma give it to baby, you nice and slow [
Fat
Joe
My 44
Lyrics ] 50 you gone end up dead, when you f*ckin' with crack
Talkin' bout you gon' pop off, where the f*ck you be at
I see
M
J in the hood more than
Curtis
Might as fact this beat shit is making niggas nervous
It's goin' be families grieving every
Sunday service
End up with your head popped off, thanks to
Curtis
But he don't care, he stays locked up in the house and shit
Steroid up but he won't come out, that bitch
Is it me or "
Candy
Shop' sounds like "
Magic
Stick"
In the video this nigga 50 bout to strip
Shaking his ass, what the f*ck is wrong with this nigga 50 don't make me (tongue roll)
Oh yeah, you got 65 niggas on your team
And they're not from
Southside
Jamica
Queens
They're the boys in blue,
I'm just speaking the truth
Now we all see the bitch in you, follow me [chorus] [
Fat
Joe
My 44
Lyrics ] 50, meet 50
He's the fakest thug you ever seen
Curtis,
Curtis
Jackson
How come you can never ever be seen
Once
I got you,
I'ma give you my
My, my 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 my, my 4, 4, 4, 4, 4
My, my 4, 4, 4, 4, 4
I'ma give it to baby, you nice and slow [
Fat
Joe
My 44
Lyrics ]
New york
I know what y'all thinking, man
Y'all thinking
Jada goin' slay him lyricals
Dis nigga crazy for dissing
Fat
Joe, man
He really crazy though
This nigga be walking around with 20 cops
Talking shit on records, never coming out of his house
Feel like he can't get touched, man
I respond one time, one time only
It ain't goin' be more songs for me, man
This is for all the mothaf*ckers who got it crackin'
Trust me, nigga can respond ten thousand times
I ain't talking back to that nigga
The one thing
I will promise you
If
I don't get you,
I'ma get your family
And datz it man, what's crack bitch
This goin' be a really ugly summer man