F.a.g. (fake Ass Gangstas) Lyrics - M.o.p.

You fake rappers get the boot 

Sprayed like brew, I'm shootin f.a.g.'s at they video shoot 

I bump your ass off quick, so yo, muthafuck karate, boy 

Don't fuck around and make me catch a batty boy 

You ain't nothin but a f.a.g., you fake-ass gangsta 

You niggas don't want it with the Famester 

Bringin it to you gon' be the last, kid 

I'm ready to blast, kid 

Aiyo, let's take it to they ass, kid 

Billy Danz, the o.g 

The nigga that you fake-ass gangstas can't see 

I'm willin to die for my respect 

If I have to I will let 

So I walk with a fifth and I pray to a fuckin tec 

In '93 I calmed down 

But now these so-called gangsta-ass niggas got gased 

Herbs are not ready, derelicts are petty 

Nigga, I be your worst nightmare like I was Freddy 

Niggas be actin sweet, claimin they packin heat 

Get a rugged peek and wanna talk about the street 

You niggas ain't livin trife 

And rappers that's claimin that they underground 

I put they ass under ground for life 

Wait, I'mma set that ass straight 

Herbs only perpetrate 

But look, my burner don't discriminate 

All race, creed, shape, breed 

Anytime's fine with me 

You fuckin f.a.g 

(Front, I make it a thrill to kill) 

(Straight up and down, act like you want a confrontation) 

Here it is for you niggas that chastise the game 

It's M.O.P., nigga, recognize the name 

I'm beatin down punks and breakin down chumps 

When he stroll I hit him with the old brown pump 

Because we're goin all out, word to Miz 

You niggas gotta get it like Jason got his 

Nigga, your whole shit'll be rearranged 

Because I'mma give em a buck fifty and let em keep the change 

Another nigga smoked, oh Lord 

Because he just finished watchin 'Menace', he musta thougth he was O-Dog 

Ass out for the last nigga that wanted drama 

Because I smoked him with the 9mm lama 

You fake thugs ain't bustin slugs, please 

A muthafucka like you deserve 12 to your mug piece 

So all you niggas start makin tracks 

Because there's too many phoney baloney muthafuckas fakin jacks 

I go to work for my joint, muthafucka, you know me 

It's the one and only, and M.O.P 

Gunsmoke when I defeat a man 

Because I smoke muthafuckaas like the 9mm man 

Plow! You bitch-ass nigga, you better walk 

Only with my muthafuckin burner will I talk 

See, I'm from the Marks, and that makes me a marksman 

Wanna know tonight? My fifth be talkin 

Fake gangstas drive by and try to hit me with a clip full 

What kinda shit is he tryin to pull? 

All you bitch-ass niggas got to be jacked 

Tryin to get wreck, squeezin out nothin when bustin your tec 

I'm Billy Danz, overseer of the underground 

Hillfigure, yo, bitch nigga, I get down 

What I be on is the untold truth of a livin hell 

So one of you bitch niggas is comin up out of his shell 

M.O.P. goin out till the end 

This is how we separate the boys from the men 

Real niggas that's ill niggas that kill niggas 

The beaver that sneak with his finger on the trigger 

Fake gangstas got mad war stories to tell 

About how many muthafuckas they blew up in jail 

They said their camp was mad deep and they had crazy pull 

That little bitch, but now he snitched like Sammy the Bull