lirik lagu freddie foxxx/bumpy knuckles - fake
[intro]
yeah
this one goes out to all the fake niggas
i ain’t never gonna stop doing fake nigga records
we got to keep doing fake nigga records
records about fake niggas
word up
got to keep ’em alert
stay alert
word up
it’s b-mp
[verse 1]
i feel arrogant doing this record for real, no joke
‘cause y’all know i’m gonna body it, so dope
i came through the game and build me an intake
but trust me, i put out mad times for friend fakes
fake friends, y’all get it, you should understand
your enemy can shake your hand, and you will never know it
unless you’re b-mpy knuckles, the clever poet
(“are you ready?”) keep flowing
yo, niggas right now saying, is he talking about me?
those are the niggas that are foul, my real niggas understand my style
so they’re sitting back laughing like “that nigga b-mpy wild
wow”
niggas all talking like they the best, the best what?
ball rider, flow biter
you’re no writer, i come hold the one like the old tiger
(“and you don’t stop”) feel me
i told premo i was doper than the rest of them
they all know that i am, i’m vocal with the best of them
b-mpy rhyme dope, but no one would invest in him
‘cause he came to meeting with the gun and the vest with him
new tough talking from these clowns, they don’t mess with him
b-mp will send his head through the walls and his chest with him
labels rejected him, fans, they requested him
rappers to the stage, if they’re live, then i’m resting them
[scratches by dj premier]
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[verse 2]
y’all know them niggas that will smile in your face and show love
but the hug feel funny? huh, what’s up, money?
you really only come around when i’m spending money
when i was f-cked up, you was acting funny, what’s up, money?
you know them niggas who think you don’t know ‘em
but they praise you in the face, behind the back, knife throwing
pillow talk, i’m pimping, she hoeing
you stupid on cupid, talking like a sucker to a d-cksucker
who always come back to tell on you dumb motherf-cking
y’all suckers
b-tt lickers, yes, she told me that, too
your gangster’s like makeup, removable
like a clown in the circus, you’ve been played again
like a clown in the circus, had to say it again
[hook]
hey, my nigga
you so f-cking fake
hey, my nigga, you fake
you so f-cking fake
hey, my nigga, you fake
you so f-cking fake
hey, my nigga, i know it
niggas is fake
[verse 3]
i turn the mic on and rock when i’m pissed off
a rhyme book, ‘cause my blackberry chip’s off
plus i’m a writer, not a typer like a secretary
super cyber nigga, that’s unnecessary
it’s kinda scary how the game changed, ain’t it
black with his face painted, my mom fainted like
“lord these cheering done lost their mind
but i’m glad i ain’t lost all mine
my oldest daughter working all the time, freddie still making them rhymes
praying for me, fighting off the devil”
‘cause my moms, i’m on a whole ‘nother level
with the mic, i’m a rebel, treble
b-ss, in your face
b-ss, in your face
b-ss, in your face
premier
premier
word up
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