'n Thugs We Trust Lyrics - 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 dont 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