Tonalità: D minor•
Verse 1
Dm
Yeah, that'll do it
Yeah, I love hip hop
Bb
I love this muthafuckin hip hop game
Dm
Am
Dm
This nigga here is a little nigga man
Stay in your motherfucking lane nigga
You fucking with the Don nigga
Bb
Dm
Am
Follow me
Verse 2
Dm
Fifty me, Fifty,
he's the fakest thug you've ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson,
Bb
Am
how come you can never be seen
Dm
Once I got you, I'm gonna get give you
My, My, fo fo fo fo
My, My, fo fo fo fo
My, My, fo fo fo fo
Bb
I'm going to give it to you baby,
nice and slow
Am
Fifty you goin to end
Verse 3
Dm
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,
Bb
this beef shit is making niggaz nervous
Am
Dm
It's gonna be 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
Bb
Steroid up and he wont come
Dm
Am
about that bitch
Dm
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
Bb
Dm
Fifty don't make me
Am
Dm
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
Bb
Dm
Yeah we all see the bitch in you
Verse 4
Dm
Fifty me, Fifty,
he's the fakest thug you've ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson,
Bb
Am
how come you can never be seen
Dm
Once I got you, I'm gonna get give you
My, My, fo fo fo fo
My, My, fo fo fo fo
My, My, fo fo fo fo
Bb
I'm going to give it to you baby,
Am
nice and slow
Verse 5
Dm
Now 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
Bb
Fifty niggaz ran and they
Am
didn't even do shit
Dm
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?
Bb
We them terror squad boys
Dm
Am
You should know not to test us
Dm
Hate 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
Bb
And they don't believe him,
Am
this nigga is so ass
Dm
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 shawty
That's right,
Bb
you singin' more than you rappin
Dm
Am
Now Fifty that ain't right
Verse 6
Dm
Fifty me, Fifty,
he's the fakest thug you've ever seen
Curtis, Curtis Jackson,
Bb
Dm
how come you can never be seen
Am
Dm
Once I got you, I'm gonna get give you
My, My, fo fo fo fo
My, My, fo fo fo fo
My, My, fo fo fo fo
Bb
I'm going to give it to you baby,
Dm
Am
Dm
nice and slow
Verse 7
Dm
I know what y'all thinkin man
Y'all thinkin Jada gonna slam lyrically
This nigga be crazy for
Bb
dissin' Fat Joe man
Dm
Am
Dm
He really crazy tho
This nigga be walkin around with twenty
cops talking shit on records
And never be comin out of his house
Bb
Dm
Feel like he can't get touched 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
Bb
Dm
who doubted crack
Trust me, make a response ten
thousand times
I ain't talkin back to that nigga
Bb
Dm
One thing I will promise you if I don't get
Am
Dm
you I will get you're bitch
That's it man
Bb
Dm
This is crack bitch
It's gonna be a real ugly
Outro 1
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Dm
Bb
Dm
Bb
Dm
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