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F.A.G. (Fake a** Gangsta) Lyrics

[Lil' Fame and Billy Danzini]
You fake rappers get the boot
Sprayed like brew, I'm shootin f.a.g.'s at they video shoot
I b**p your a** off quick, so yo, m****f*** karate, boy
Don't f*** around and make me catch a batty boy
You ain't nothin but a f.a.g., you fake-a** gangsta
You n***** 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 a**, kid
Billy Danz, the o.g.
The n**** that you fake-a** 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 f***** tec
In '93 I calmed down
But now these so-called gangsta-a** n***** got gased
Herbs are not ready, derelicts are petty
n****, I be your worst nightmare like I was Freddy
n***** be actin sweet, claimin they packin heat
Get a rugged peek and wanna talk about the street
You n***** ain't livin trife
And rappers that's claimin that they underground
I put they a** under ground for life
Wait, I'ma set that a** straight
Herbs only perpetrate
But look, my burner don't discriminate
All race, creed, shape, breed
Anytime's fine with me
You f***** f.a.g.
(Front, I make it a thrill to kill)
(Straight up and down, act like you want a confrontation)

[Lil' Fame]
Here it is for you n***** that chastise the game
It's M.O.P., n****, 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 n***** gotta get it like Jason got his
n****, your whole s***'ll be rearranged
Because I'ma give em a buck fifty and let em keep the change
Another n**** smoked, oh Lord
Because he just finished watchin 'Menace', he musta thougth he was O-Dog
a** out for the last n**** that wanted drama
Because I smoked him with the 9mm lama
You fake thugs ain't bustin slugs, please
A m****f**** like you deserve 12 to your mug piece
So all you n***** start makin tracks
Because there's too many phoney baloney m****f****s fakin jacks
I go to work for my joint, m****f****, you know me
It's the one and only, and M.O.P.
Gunsmoke when I defeat a man
Because I smoke m****f****as like the 9mm man
[Billy Danzini]
Plow! You b****-a** n****, you better walk
Only with my m****f***in 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 s*** is he tryin to pull?
All you b****-a** n***** 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, b**** n****, I get down
What I be on is the untold truth of a livin hell
So one of you b**** n***** 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 n***** that's ill n***** that kill n*****
The beaver that sneak with his finger on the trigger
Fake gangstas got mad war stories to tell
About how many m****f****s they blew up in jail
They said their camp was mad deep and they had crazy pull
That little b****, but now he snitched like Sammy the Bull
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