F.A.G. (Fake Ass Gangsta)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil' Fame] 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, motherfuck 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 Ayo, let's take it to they ass, kid [Verse 2: Billy Danze] Billy Danze, 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 gassed 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'ma 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.  [Chorus: Lil' Fame, Billy Danze] "Front, I make it a thrill to kill" "Straight up and down, act like you want a confrontation" [Verse 3: Lil' Fame] 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'ma give 'em a buck fifty and let 'em keep the change Another nigga smoked, oh Lord Because he just finished watchin' Menace – He must've thought he was O-Dog Ass out for the last nigga that wanted drama Because I smoked him with the .9mm llama You fake thugs ain't bustin' slugs, please A motherfucker like you deserve 12 to your mug piece So all you niggas start makin' tracks Because there's too many phoney baloney motherfuckers fakin' jacks I go to work for my joint, motherfucker, you know me It's the one and only, and M.O.P.  Gunsmoke when I defeat a man Because I smoke motherfuckers like the .9mm man [Verse 4: Billy Danze] Plow! You bitch-ass nigga, you better walk Only with my motherfuckin' 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 Danze, overseer of the underground Hill Figga, yo – bitch nigga, I get down What I be on is the untold truth of a livin' hell So one of you 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 motherfuckers 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 [Chorus: Lil' Fame, Billy Danze] "Front, I make it a thrill to kill" "Straight up and down, act like you want a confrontation"