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Fake MC's
G-G-G-G-H ain't one of these fake MC's, my bars are the truth I got no PhD but I'mma be away eventually, I'm a star in the booth Go round town asking the youth who's doing this ting It's G-H-E double T and O, my mind works, how it's so diverse Why work when the fiends wanna by work? (x2) I can see trouble ahead I live life in a tunnel of death It's amazing I'm alive still Ain't aiming a 9 mill Paving for a nice meal I been patient and temptation is too much now How can a man resist luxury? I wanna know where the paper's at But I'll be pissed if it's custody If a couple of Feds come for me Then it's back door stylie But the back door might be covered already And if so then escape's impossible But I keep optimistic I ain't letting them stop my business 'There's nothing illegal here I ain't got nothing to hide, it's so obvious Officer look, that's all in my past I'mma sign autographs, of course I'm a star Performing's an art!' At least two times a day I come real close to losing my freedom Taking risks on a daily basis All I wanna do is make tunes and release them At least two times a day I come real close to losing the plot Taking risks on a daily basis All I wanna do is put tunes in the shop G-H ain't one of these fake MC's, my bars are the truth I got no PhD but I'mma be away eventually, I'm a star in the booth Go round town asking the youth who's doing this ting It's G-H-E double T and O, my mind works, how it's so diverse Why work when the fiends wanna by work? I really can't stand you fake MC's I take laptops when I chase MC's I break MC's over age MC's I guess you could say that I hate MC's I really can't stand you fake MC's I take laptops when I chase MC's I break MC's over age MC's I guess you could say that I hate MC's Uh, it's times like this I don't wanna be sober It's gotta be Jack D's gotta be cola Niggas wanna jack me, 'cos I stack Ps like a property owner There ain't no stopping me vulture You won't eat 'til I'm dead As long as I'm alive I've gotta be a soldier Ok, you're probably older But I know you're soft like quality sofas You know my policy, no guy's robbing me I'm serious like I don't like comedy Police are so devious They wanna nick a nigga now for an '05 robbery Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Don't try follow me, I don't like solitary I hate authority, I'm a law breaker All I'll be about is more paper So don't ask for a favour Show me a bader I'll make his homie a traitor, make his homie a stranger Or so his throat don't see a razor Everybody knows I'm an uncaged animal Like everybody knows zoning's a major I ain't a parolee who won't be a danger I'm fearless like Steve from Australia Crocodiles get tamed with the flamer At least two times a day I come real close to shooting a nigga Taking a risk is bait in the bits But that won't stop what I'll do for the figures At least two times a day I come real close to shooting a foe Taking risks is bait in the bits But that won't stop what I'll do for the dough Different day same regime 22 now, and I feel like there's nothing I ain't seen Wha-gwarn for the rave scene? It's like the under 18's are deathtraps I wouldn't be shocked to find guns in a play scheme To tell the truth I expect that Some have got bodies on their guns And still ain't purchased a fresh strap But on the other hand, some remain clean Too prang to bang, too dumb to make cream You ain't had one war What you got a gun for? I've done more than you will in a lifetime It's real when I write rhymes I ain't gotta force it out I got a nigga who bought an ounce A year later bought a house And survived all sorts of droughts I'm the talk of the town And I can see niggas walking around It was meant to be it fits perfect I spit sick verses, time on my hands That's what a little bird did I never snitched like Curtis Came out back to the bits And jumped on the musical wagon In the hood that's the usual fashion At least two times a day I come real close to losing my drive Making hits ain't making me rich But that won't stop what I do the mic At least two times a day I come real close to losing my love Making hits ain't making me rich But that won't stop what I'll do the dubs
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