Vivica A. Fox Posts Throwback Coupledom Flick With Ex 50 Cent After Responding To His Current Girlfriend Over Interview

Lordt, what is going on?! Vivica A. Fox did an interview where she talked about how her ex-50 Cent was the love of her life and she still has a special place in heart. Fif’s current girlfriend Cuban Link chimed in, which caused Viv to pop back. Oh, Fif responded to Viv’s interview and his response may surprise you.

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Vivica A. Fox has stirred up some drama online and it involves her ex-boyfriend 50 Cent and his current girlfriend Cuban Link .

“The main thing that killed the relationship is that we just went way too public way too fast,” the Independence Day actress said about her romance with 50 Cent. The two started dating in 2003 when Viv was at the height of her career and Fif was breaking out as a solo rap artist. They dated for a few months and called it quits. However, Viv still has a lot of love for Curtis Jackson.

”The love that I had for him and still to this day…will always like…he was the love of my life, I will admit that without any reservations.”

The Two Can Play That Game actress believes had they waited to go public with their relationship, it would have lasted longer. Ultimately, that’s what broke them up.

She continued, “He will always have a very special place in my heart. But the reason why the relationship ended was because we just went public way too fast, had way too many people in our business.

”If I was to have a chance to do it over, it would be that we stayed private a lot longer, but we got too many people in our business and you know, that’s what killed the relationship, unfortunately.”

Peep the clip from the interview below:

50 Cent was asked his thoughts about Vivca speaking on their former relationship by radio host Kris Kaylin. And he shockingly wasn’t shady or disrespectful.

“I’m never bothered by when she says that,” he said. “At the time that we actually interacted with each other, we weren’t conscious of everything else that was going on.”

The "Power" producer reiterated what Vivica said about having too many people involved in their relationship, and suggested it may have lasted had it remained private.

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50’s current girlfriend Cuban Link also caught wind of the interview on TSR and responded in the comments. She wrote “Aww” along with a violin emoji.

 

 

 
 

 

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The Kill Bill actress then hopped on IG Stories with a clap back where she made sure to tag Cuban. Viv told Cuban not to get nervous and to stay in her “bag”:

Then, Viv took it to another level when she followed in Diddy’s footsteps when she posted a throwback coupledom flick of herself and 50 Cent:

 

 

 
 

 

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”TGIF Dawlings! #FBF moments! #CLASSIC @randirahm dress #LifeIsGood #GodIsGood #Blessed #Respect #GurlPower #VivicaFoxHair #TeamVivica #TeamFox #MyGrindDontStop #LegitimateCareer #BossMoves #LoveWins #ClassicBadChick,” she captioned the collage of pics of them at the 2003 MTV Video Music Awards.

Cuban hopped on Twitter after Viv posted the throwback flicks, posting subliminals aimed at Viv.

“.. it’s giving menopause,” she tweeted.

”.. My momma always told me stay out grown folk business see what I done started [violin emoji] smh,” she continued.

Peep the tweets:

This is … messy. Right up 50 Cent’s alley.

Photos: DFree/ Kathy Hutchins/Shutterstock.com

Eminem – Defense Lyrics

Nah, we ain’t done
I love bein’ hated, it great
It let’s me know that I made it
I wouldn’t have it no other way
I wouldn’t trade it for the world
Only let’s me know that I’m loved
By so many other motherfuckers that ain’t you
And is bomb, as you keep fuckin’ with us, we keep fuckin’ you up
And keep pullin’ the rug from up under you
And what’s even more fucked up, is we enjoy what were doin
So much there ain’t nothin that we love more than “Pullin’ Your Skirts Up”
And exposin’ you hoes so much, people are startin to wonder
What’s up with them fuckin one dough a man under rules
Do on to others as you will have done under you
So who the fuck you motherfuckers gonna run to
When someone runs up with a mask and puts a gun to you
You gonna ask yourself, how come your mans
Didn’t enter that last round that he had in Curtis Jackson’s ass while he had the chance
You keep askin’ us to keep it on wax but we can’t
This is past any rationalization
We have captured national media attention
Conversation is senseless, you can sense the tension start buildin’
Soon as we enter the ‘106th & Park’ building
Someone’s gonna get killed and I swear to God
If someone so much as even touches one of my people
I’ll put a million on his head
And you ain’t got the funds to match or counteract it
But I’d rather rap than get into this gangsta shit
And it ain’t because I’m a bitch
It’s because I ain’t a bitch, I don’t endanger people that I’m with
I’m a general, I ain’t Bush, I don’t send my soldiers to war
If I ain’t there in the middle of the shit with ’em, so when I do get ’em
Orders to storm your headquarters, you’ll be fuckin with a…
Fuckin with a piece keeper, see you a nigga that greet this lyrical meat cleaver
That’ll eat ya, niggas wanna keep speakin’, like it ain’t even that deep
I got heat that’ll sweep a nigga street
See I wouldn’t fuck with me neither, only heaven can help ya
I’ll be searchin’ for you longer than the Legend of Zelda
Without a failure, there’s gonna be hell to tell the
Captain that a bassett hound couldn’t even smell ya
Body, when I hide ya, I be on that mob shit
You another Hoffa, under the Renaissance bitch
You get bombed like Lebanon
With my own tactic
I snatch your head like one of Saddam’s wigs
Motherfucker, I’ll handle you
We can have it out on any Avenue
A Average Man flipped into an animal
Shoot out your mandibles
Cannons and ammunition, reload with precision
[Lyrics from: https:/lyrics.az/eminem/-/defence.html]
Nigga know the mechanicals
Break a pistol down, you should see them handles
The street taught the child, no read up manuals
Pushin’ crack vows, young Nino Brown
Chasin’ green is the dream, when your young and brown
Bound to be a problem child, look what I’m involved in now
A ‘Dozen Dirty’ niggas and they all get down
Dissolve any problem that enlarge with ours
When revolvers we said all men get out
(Eminem: c’mon)
While your punchin’ and tacklin’ punks
I’m handlin’ chumps, packin’ a pump
That’s longer than the elephant trunk
On the streets I’m a beast, I feast upon the weak
So speak beef, I’ll shot you and scream ” increase the peace”
A monster, pistol packin’ pushin’ niggas off they Hondas
Stomp ya, get it crackin’, yankin’ bitches for they ganja
Sneaky as fuck, I don’t think mama beat me enough
When she was sleep and stuff, I was stealin’ the keys to the truck
Shut the fuck up, before you end up dead in the dump truck
Or in the streets takin a nap, bleedin’ and lumped up
Who Want What like M. Bleek, with this heat if you ten deep
Then fuck it, it will be ten sleepin’
Don’t muscle with my a land ski
Don’t tustle with my hand speed
Clutch your burner, bust it and watch your man bleed
We ferocious, toast no holsters
Approach us, throw heat straight from the shoulders (c’mon
)
We the soldiers, y’all the youngsters (ha)
Youngsters lungs puncture, dead in a dumpster
Upstairs the Munster, hand full of drama
You scared of the drama, bomber the monster
I’m back nigga (Proof), I reappear
Shoot like
, you ain’t seein’ clear
Blackness, carcass covered with cat fish
We murkers with no purpose other than practice (bitch)
There’s three things I hate: liars, fakes and cheaters
Alcoholics, sluts and fuckin’ wife beaters
A gat that describes my life (damn)
I don’t even know who song this is
Bitch, Bizarre don’t give a fuck about no hip hop
At my release party in a pink tank top and Reeboks
This Ja Rule beef I ain’t gettin’ in
I’ll need an R & B singer to sing at my wedding
I turn your face into a fuckin meat patty
I’ll fuck your mommy and go fishin’ with your granny
I’ll Shit on You, I’ll pee on R. Kelly too
This is Bizarre, see you Devil’s Night 2

NBA YoungBoy – Diamond Teeth Samurai

[Intro]
Aye
Aye, they might could do it better
I ain’t trippin’ off all that shit

[Chorus]
Used to be broke but now I’m rich, I’m spendin’ every penny
2Pac Shakur, ridin’ through the North up in the Bentley
Curtis Jackson ain’t no actin’ when I’m on a mission
Tryna assassinate my character, I ain’t say I did it
Nigga, you got that yayo? (well cut some nigga)
Nigga, you let them Ks go? (bust some nigga)
Oh, you duckin’ them laws? (you better run from them nigga)
Oh, you playin’ with that raw? (go and front some nigga)

[Bridge]
The block is hot, the block is hot
The block is hot, the block is hot
The block is hot, the block is hot
The block is hot, the block is hot

[Verse 1]
Whole lotta killing, Helter Skelter like I’m Charles Manson
These niggas hatin’ now keep that hammer, all these diamonds dancin’
Me and Meek Mill watchin’ movies in Rick Ross mansion
You disrespect, I up the TEC and let you niggas have it
23 shots, Lebron James I shoot the cavalier
These niggas speakin’ on my name I’ma get it clear
When they shot, they aimed for my brain but I’m still here
I’m a Bad Boy, never met Diddy but that’s what it is

[Chorus]
Used to be broke but now I’m rich, I’m spendin’ every penny
2Pac Shakur, ridin’ through the North up in the Bentley
Curtis Jackson ain’t no actin’ when I’m on a mission
Tryna assassinate my character, I ain’t say I did it
Nigga, you got that yayo? (well cut some nigga)
Nigga, you let them Ks go? (bust some nigga)
Oh, you duckin’ them laws? (you better run from them nigga)
Oh, you playin’ with that raw? (go and front some nigga)

[Bridge]
The block is hot, the block is hot
The block is hot, the block is hot
The block is hot, the block is hot
The block is hot, the block is hot

[Verse 2]
I’m in the all white Porsche wit’ [?] ridin’ through Hollygrove
Discussin’ ’bout what it’s gon’ take to get them birds gone
Say "look, look daddy," I ain’t your wardie make me bust your dome
Got a 100 shots up in the Caddy while I’m headed home
My lil’ hitter quiet like Slim, we gon’ shoot above the rim
We gon’ pop ’em when we see ’em
Whip his pockets ‘fore we kill ’em
We got the police on our trail, so we runnin’ when we see ’em
Don’t wanna front us now run, we gon’ rob ’em when we see ’em, bitch
Police hit our stash house but we ain’t closing shop
They got some niggas movin’ work to stay right up the block
Knock on the door, I need a zone yeah I got the guap
Soon as he open up the door, he gon’ see the Glock

[Chorus]
Nigga, you got that yayo? (well cut some nigga)
Nigga, you let them Ks go? (bust some nigga)
Oh, you duckin’ them laws? (you better run from them nigga)
Oh, you playin’ with that raw? (go and front some nigga)

[Bridge]
The block is hot, the block is hot
The block is hot, the block is hot
The block is hot, the block is hot
The block is hot, the block is hot