My 40 Songtext

von Fat Joe

[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 MJ 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 LA 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 MJ 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