Tell me about these fake ass *******
Look here little *************
Most of these *************z be ******* too
But you'll never hear that side of the story
So uhh, we finna do this *************t like this
It's like I tell my *************z, keep your eyes on these *******
They love to G a ************* young dumb and gettin' riches
What the ************* you think a trick is *************
************* done stick and wet his *************
And then get tricked out all his riches by a *************
I'm here to school you to the rules of the game, it'll cost ya
Think you alla that just 'cause she let a ************* toss her
It's like a mother******' privilege
So don't give up your conversation, give that ************* your 7 digits
When she call ya, ask that tramp whassup
And if she is the type of ************* hang up, word up
And let that ************* meditate to the dial tone
And call me when you're ready to bone and it's on
A mother******g mack tonight
Stay that stay strapped 'cause my raps is tight
You ******' punks, I hate you snitches
Went against the grain and the game to be fake ass *******
God damn, you can't just hit them *************z with that game
And expect them to accept it, girl your heard me it gets skanless
But we gonna kick this *************t like this here
I can't stand fake ass *******
Lyin' ass *************z and you punk ass snitches
I can't stand fake ass *******
Lyin' ass *************z and you punk ass snitches
Time to show these bustas who's boss
Run up on a real mother******* and get tossed
The game is deep and thicker than a mother******' jimmy
Broke hoes runnin' round yellin' gimme!
I can't stand it, hoes talkin' 'bout they got a man
*************t all I wanted her to do is suck my *************
So how about hittin' a mother******* on my pager
Busy now ************* but you can give me the ************* later
Fly how I fade her, played her like a game of sega
******' with the player that done made her, huh
And I ain't sleepin' caught you creepin' for my money
Got the ************* and now you get the pistol honey
So get the bozack, knockin' hoes back, keep my dough stacked
So where the mother******' hoes at?
Punk *************z can't fade the mack, livin' fat
Gettin' paid to rap, it's like that, you mother******' *******
Yeah, yeah that's my motto
She educated a whole bunch of you old raggedy-ass *************z
See y'all take that *************t back to y'all camp and uhh
You sleep on that there, it's like
She can't stand fake ass *******
Lyin' ass *************z and you punk ass snitches
I can't stand fake ass *******
Lyin' ass *************z and you punk ass snitches
I can't stand fake ass *******
Lyin' ass *************z and you punk ass snitches
I can't stand fake ass *******
Lyin' ass *************z and you punk ass snitches
Oh you too *************, don't think we ain't talkin' 'bout your punk ass
You old fake ass *************, standin' there wearin' all them pendletons
And khakis and all that, you soft as a mother******' grape
Ain't this a mother******' *************
I can see right through your flower ass
Some of these *************z is ******* too, man I tell ya
It's gonna be harder and harder to be a thug in ninety-fo'
But we gonna do this *************t
Y'all take this *************t and you play this *************t for every single
Fake ass ************* out there and there's plenty of 'em
You probably got one sittin' next to you right now
Bobbin' his fake ass head to this, **** ass *************t that he listenin' to
Fake ass mother******' *************, die in ninety-four