Fakes

Lyrics

[Intro: Stormin] Skills He's made us a nice song And so we need to spit something more nice But the other day One girl come up to me And she said to me "Why don't N.A.S.T.Y make no love songs?" Nothing nice, NJ Can you believe that? So what we gonna give them? Something that's more nice (nice) And real mellow (mellow) It's beautiful Nah, cut the music [Chorus: Stormin & Nasty Jack] Fakes, talking like they got friends When they ain't got mates, they're fake They don't wanna book us 'cause they're really shook What'd you know? They're fakes Talking like they're top boys When they're running on, they're fakes They got to go All bredding at the N.A.S.T.Y show [Verse 1: Stormin] Fakes, I'll kick it off Your head? I'll kick it off If you got a chain round your neck, I'll lick it off If you got dough in your pocket, then I'll take it Your back? I'll break it Your face? I'll rearrange it We're the real N.A.S.T.Y, tell 'em we've made it 'Cause when we go rave, we kick back and high grade it Your gash? I've already laid it Done it three times, no, I never baid it Asked me to [?] With my [?] I'll fade it Give you a bald cut just like a shave did You wanna test me? It's not worth it Don't come closer, I'll turf it Give me a riddim and in seconds, I'll murk it [Chorus: Stormin & Nasty Jack] Fakes, talking like they got friends When they ain't got mates, they're fake They don't wanna book us 'cause they're really shook What'd you know? They're fakes Talking like they're top boys When they're running on, they're fakes They got to go All bredding at the N.A.S.T.Y show, fakes [Verse 2: Nasty Jack] No, I don't think you really wanna go Then kick back, bro 'Cause Nasty Jack don't pet I'll take your H to the O And if I don't like you and I like your girl Then I'll let you know I'm a smash teeth MC, nothing but mess Body get exposed They wanna bread N.A.S.T.Y They don't like us really Dem guys are all eerie, no, I don't like fakes I should slap your face Give you an awful taste B-L-double-O-D like game I don't play no games, and I feel no way 'Cause you're not my mate [Chorus: Stormin & Nasty Jack] Fakes, talking like they got friends When they ain't got mates, they're fake They don't wanna book us 'cause they're really shook What'd you know? They're fakes Talking like they're top boys When they're running on, they're fakes They got to go All bredding at the N.A.S.T.Y show [Verse 3: Stormin] Fake badboys, running up their gums Talking about they've got dough and guns But they've got a 2 2, Air Force Ones Showed them a nine-mil, they get the runs Fake rudeboys, running up their teeth Saying they're rough, when they're a chief Talking about they're ready for beef But when it comes down to it, they're wetting their brief and And they're the fake gunman Talking about how you're gonna bun man When I buss two shots, then you're gonna run, man N.A.S.T.Y get paid to run man See me in the Enzo rolling around With my NY hat and my trousers down No, you don't know how I roll No, you don't know how I roll [Chorus: Stormin & Nasty Jack] Fakes, talking like they got friends When they ain't got mates, they're fake They don't wanna book us 'cause they're really shook What'd you know? They're fakes Talking like they're top boys When they're running on, they're fakes They got to go All bredding at the N.A.S.T.Y show [Verse 4: Nasty Jack] Codename Brixton Not from Brixton but I bricks dem Certain funny guy love talk about skeng Got a saw for your crew, I've got a saw for your friend So you love badman talk, set it Ramp with pum pum? Nah, I wet it Man are nasty guy, not nice, not petting When I roll on brehs, no mask, not threatened They can't see me Sell ice cream on the block, that's me Champagne bottle, that boy, that's me Wile out on 'em totally, that's me But when resorting to beef's too much Knick-knack-paddy-whack, get a new gun That's what you get when you're talking rough Jack ain't any breh who can't scuff