(intro to Many Men, 50 cent shot)
Fat Joe: Yeah that'll do it!, man I told y'all niggas, you fuckin wit the Don nigga!, Follow Me!
Chorus: 50, meet 50, he's the fakest dud you ever seen,
Curtis, Curtis Jackson, how this nigga ever get seen
Once I got you ima give you my, my 44 44 44
My, my 44 44 44
My, my 44 44 44
Ima give it to ya, nigga nice and slow
Verse 1:
50 you gon end up dead when you fuckin wit crack,
Sayin you gon pop off, wher the fuck you be at (Cook!)
I c mj in the hood more den curtis,
Matter fact, this beef shit is makin niggas nervous
Every week families greivin at sunday service
End up wit ya head popped off thanx to curtis,
But he don't care, he stay locked up in theat house and shit,
Steroid up,
And he wont come up out that bitch
Is it me or Candy Shop sound like magic stick"
In the video, this nigga 50 bout to strip!
Shakin his ass,
What the fuck is wrong with this, nigga!,
50 don't make me brrrraatttttt!!
Oh yeah you got 65 niggas on your team,
But their not from south side jamaica queens,
They're the boys in blue
I'm just speakin the truth!
Now we all see the bitch in you!
Follow me!
Verse 2:
Now lets take it bak to the vibe awards,
Wher did nigga lost and den snuffed your boss
Ready to go,
All I heard was G-g-g-g- unit
50 niggas ran and they didn't even do shit
That's a shame, I was sittin right in the front,
Waitin for yo niggas to duck
Where all them guns at? And the thephlon vests?
We them terror suawd boys you should no not to test us
Hate or love it the games on top
Now you jealous of him,
When yo shit gunna stop?
You c, you a bitch nigga straight outta lowa cash
Everybody don't believ him!, this niggas so ass
This lean back said my shit was a dud,
Now tell me hav you ever seen them up in the club? (nope, nope, nope)
No shorty!
That's right you singin more than you rappin now 50 that aint right!
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My 44 Lyrics

Fat Joe – My 44 Lyrics