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| Song: | Faker |
| Album: | Dither | Genres: | Rock |
| Year: | 2001 |
Length: | 288 sec |
Lyrics:
West Side, Thug for Life
Here we go (For real)
Check me out while I'm dissing them slow
Keep the beat low so mothafucka can hear
Every word of this flow
And If you don't know, let me let you know
Never act like a hoe
Coming in the game, it's the next-gen of G's
Lil' Wayne you wanna fuck with us? Bitch, please!
And lemme hear next busta screaming
Rick Ross just had a burger, y'all know he's dreaming
Eminem I respect you as a king
But rap God, King please
That's what Pac is
When we ride, fake ass suckers die
'Cuz they try to playa hate, but they be shy
To take a step, 'cuz they always overstep
If you tell me you don't want to rumble
Imma knock your ass out
Future want to hustle
But he's fake ass, there's no doubt
Police trying to tell us what to sing
You faggots dream on
When we finish with you, you'll be gone!
One, two, West Coast is smoking you
Rap isn't dead
'Cuz I'm the YoungBlood here, And I might find few others too
But y'all bitches have no clue
That the real brothers always stay true
This is lesson for fake phonies
I want you to know this
It's not about the bliss
Tell the truth or you'll be missed
(Yeah, Yeah)
Y'all bitches might be dissing
But there's something you're missing
And Imma teach you a lesson
So you should listen
Hit a Crip by the lip
And watch the true colors drip
I'm tired of that shit
Let's unite and make a hit
'Cuz THEY are big enemy
Everyday I ask myself will I make it
I live my life and nobody can take it
Walking on the street, I see the stupid motherfucker
He starts cocking up, so I smoked the damn sucker
When you see me you should bow
Because I got that motherfucking flow
Remember, we should love our women
Don't be racist, we're all human
But some brothers just don't know
And if you hear this flow, your knowledge should grow
It's not about the flow
It's what you say
I'm focused on surviving this day
And the struggle every day
Eating me from inside
While people die on my side
I won't sell my soul, to perform at Super Bowl
I'm always gonna roll
Beacuse I'm too smart in this game
And y'all can't even outsmart a troll
...you told me I'm worthless
But God found me purporse
This is lesson for fake phonies
I want you to know this
It's not about the bliss
Tell the truth or you'll be missed
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