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lirik lagu f.a.g. (fake ass gangsta) – m.o.p

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(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-mp your -ss off quick, so yo, m-th-f-ck karate, boy
don’t f-ck around and make me catch a batty boy
you ain’t nothin but a f.a.g., you fake–ss gangsta
you n-gg-s 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 -ss, kid
billy danz, the o.g.
the n-gg- that you fake–ss 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-ckin tec
in ’93 i calmed down
but now these so-called gangsta–ss n-gg-s got gased
herbs are not ready, derelicts are petty
n-gg-, i be your worst nightmare like i was freddy
n-gg-s be actin sweet, claimin they packin heat
get a rugged peek and wanna talk about the street
you n-gg-s ain’t livin trife
and rappers that’s claimin that they underground
i put they -ss under ground for life
wait, i’ma set that -ss straight
herbs only perpetrate
but look, my burner don’t discriminate
all race, creed, shape, breed
anytime’s fine with me
you f-ckin 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-gg-s that chastise the game
it’s m.o.p., n-gg-, 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-gg-s gotta get it like jason got his
n-gg-, your whole sh-t’ll be rearranged
because i’ma give em a buck fifty and let em keep the change
another n-gg- smoked, oh lord
because he just finished watchin ‘menace’, he musta thougth he was o-dog
-ss out for the last n-gg- that wanted drama
because i smoked him with the 9mm lama
you fake thugs ain’t bustin slugs, please
a m-th-f-cka like you deserve 12 to your mug piece
so all you n-gg-s start makin tracks
because there’s too many phoney baloney m-th-f-ckas fakin jacks
i go to work for my joint, m-th-f-cka, you know me
it’s the one and only, and m.o.p.
gunsmoke when i defeat a man
because i smoke m-th-f-ckaas like the 9mm man

(billy danzini)
plow! you b-tch–ss n-gg-, you better walk
only with my m-th-f-ckin 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 sh-t is he tryin to pull?
all you b-tch–ss n-gg-s 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-tch n-gg-, i get down
what i be on is the untold truth of a livin h-ll
so one of you b-tch n-gg-s is comin up out of his sh-ll
m.o.p. goin out till the end
this is how we separate the boys from the men
real n-gg-s that’s ill n-gg-s that kill n-gg-s
the beaver that sneak with his finger on the trigger
fake gangstas got mad war stories to tell
about how many m-th-f-ckas they blew up in jail
they said their camp was mad deep and they had crazy pull
that little b-tch, but now he snitched like sammy the bull

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