My fofo chords and lyrics - FAT JOE

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[Verse 1]
[Am]Yeah, that'll do it
Yeah, I love hip hop
I love this muthafuckin hip [F]hop game
[Am]This nigga[Em] here is a littl[Am]e nigga man
Stay in your motherfucking lane nigga
You fucking with the Don nigga
[F]Fol[Am]low me[Em]

[Verse 2]
[Am]Fifty me, Fifty,
he's the fakest thug you've ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson,
how come [F]you can never be [Em]seen
Once I got you, I'm gon[Am]na get give you
My, My, fo fo fo fo
My, My, fo fo fo fo
My, My, fo fo fo fo
I'm going to [F]give it to you baby,
nice and slow
Fifty [Em]you goin to end

[Verse 3]
[Am]up dead
when you fuckin with crack
Talk about your girl pop off, where
the fuck you be at
I see MJ in the hood more than Curtis
Matter of fact,
[F]this beef shit is making niggaz nervous
[Em]It's gonna be [Am]fam ilies grieving
every sunday service
End up with your head popped
off thanks to Curtis
But he dont care,
he's still locked up in his house and shit
[F]Steroid up and he wont come
[Am]about that [Em]bitch
Is [Am]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
[F]Fifty don't mak[Am]e me
[Em]Oh yeah,[Am] 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 [F]we all see the bitch in [Am]you
[Em]Follow me

[Verse 4]
[Am]Fifty me, Fifty,
he's the fakest thug you've ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson,
how [F]come you can never be [Em]seen
Once I got you, I'm [Am]gonna get give you
My, My, fo fo fo fo
My, My, fo fo fo fo
My, My, fo fo fo fo
I'm going [F]to give it to you baby,
[Em]nice and slow

[Verse 5]
Now [Am]let's take it back to Vibe awards
Where that nigga disrespect and
then snuffed your balls
A minute ago,
all I heard was G- G- G- G- Unit
[F]Fifty niggaz ran and they
[Em]didn't even do shit
[Am]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 [F]them terror squad boys
You [Am]should know not [Em]to test us
Hate [Am]it or love it, The Game's on top
Now you jealous of him,
when your shit going to stop?
You CB4
You's a bitch nigga straight
out of low cash
[F]And they don't believe him,
[Em]this nigga is so ass
You [Am]dissed lean back,
said my shit was a dud
Now tell me, have you ever
seen 'em up in the club?
No, no, no shawty
That's right,
[F]you singin' more than you rappin
[Am]Now Fifty that [Em]ain't right

[Verse 6]
[Am]Fifty me, Fifty,
he's the fakest thug you've ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson,
how [F]come you can never be [Am]seen
Once I [Em]got you, I'm gonn[Am]a get give you
My, My, fo fo fo fo
My, My, fo fo fo fo
My, My, fo fo fo fo
I'm going [F]to give it to you baby,
[Am]nice [Em]and slow[Am]

[Verse 7]
I know what y'all thinkin [Am]man
Y'all thinkin Jada gonna slam lyrically
This nigga be crazy for
[F]dissin' Fat Joe man
He [Am]really crazy [Em]tho[Am]
This nigga be walkin around with twenty
cops talking shit on records
And never be comin out of his house
Feel like [F]he can't get touched [Am]man
I respond one time, one time only
It ain't gonna be no more
songs for me man
This is for all the mutha fuckers
who [F]doubted [Am]crack
Trust me, make a response ten
thousand times
I ain't talkin back to that nigga
One thing I will promise [F]you if I [Am]don't get
you I [Em]will get you're [Am]bitch
That's it man
This is crack [F]bitch[Am]
It's gonna be a real ugly

[Outro 1]
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