Lyrics 'n Thugs We Trust - Yukmouth
(Shots
being
fired)
Yeah,
that'll
do
it
Yeah,
I
love
hip
hop
I
love
this
muthafuckin
hip
hop
game
This
nigga
here
is
a
little
nigga
man
Stay
in
your
motherfucking
lane
nigga
You
fucking
with
the
Don
nigga
Folow
me
[Chorus]
Fifty
me,
Fifty,
he's
the
fakest
that
you've
ever
seen
Curtis,
Curtis
Jackson,
how
come
you
can
never
been
seen
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
I'm
going
to
give
it
to
you
baby,
nice
and
slow
Fifty
you
goin
to
end
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,
this
beef
shit
is
making
niggaz
nervous
It's
gonna
be
families
grieving
every
sunday
service
End
up
with
your
head
popped
off
thanks
to
Curtis
But
he
don't
care,
he's
still
locked
up
in
his
house
and
shit
Steroid
up
and
he
wont
come
about
that
bitch
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
Fifty
don't
make
me
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
Yeah
we
all
see
the
bitch
in
you
Follow
me
[Chorus]
Fifty
me,
Fifty,
he's
the
fakest
that
you've
ever
seen
Curtis,
Curtis
Jackson,
how
come
you
can
never
been
seen
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
I'm
going
to
give
it
to
you
baby,
nice
and
slow
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
Fifty
niggaz
ran
and
they
didn't
even
do
shit
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
them
terror
squad
boys
You
should
know
not
to
test
us
Hate
it
or
love
it,
The
Game's
on
top
Now
you
jealous
of
him,
when
your
shit
going
to
stop?
You've
seen
me
before
Yous
a
bitch
nigga
straight
out
of
low
cash
And
they
don't
believe
him,
this
nigga
is
so
ass
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,
you
see
them
more
than
you
rappin
Now
Fifty
that
ain't
right
[Chorus]
Fifty
me,
Fifty,
he's
the
fakest
that
you've
ever
seen
Curtis,
Curtis
Jackson,
how
come
you
can
never
been
seen
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
I'm
going
to
give
it
to
you
baby,
nice
and
slow
I
know
what
y'all
thinkin
man
Y'all
thinkin
JD
gonna
slam
lyrically
This
nigga
be
crazy
for
dissin'
Fat
Joe
man
He
really
crazy
tho
This
nigga
be
walkin
around
with
twenty
cops
talking
shit
on
records
And
never
be
comin
out
of
his
house
Feel
like
he
can't
get
touched
man
I'm
gonna
respond
one
time,
one
time
only
It
ain't
gonna
be
more
songs
for
me
man
This
is
for
all
the
mutha
fuckers
who
die
crack
Trust
me,
make
a
response
ten
thousand
times
I
ain't
talkin
back
to
that
nigga
One
thing
I
will
promise
you
That's
it
man
This
is
crack
bitch
It's
gonna
be
a
real
ugly
summer
man
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