Fakin’ Like Gangsters (Clean) lyrics

[Intro: Luke]
Yo this is a record about stars fakin' like gangstas
Gangstas trying to be stars
Stars wanting to be gangstas but they really pranksters
So I had to get my man JT
'Cause we the only true two ex-cons on staff
And so we could kick it to you straight and not fake
Ayo, JT, kick it

[Verse 1: JT Money]
Picture a n*gga as raw as me, the motherf*ckin' J to the T
Tired of n*ggas saying how bad they are
Fronting like gangstas but I call 'em Gang-stars
Stars that want to be gangsters
But I'm from the real side not like Jekyll and Hyde
Bad boys don't stay f*ck n*ggas on the street
You see that ain't me
Example n*ggas go to concerts f*cked up
The next thing you know, the n*ggas gettin' chumped up
And they don't look so tough to me
I guess n*ggas ain't the same on and off TV
But not me, I grab the mic and shoot game
And on the streets it's the same motherf*ckin' thang
See I pop no bullsh*t
If you offended wear it if the motherf*cking shoe fits
But still don't have two left feet
f*ck around, get your sh*t split to the white meat
'Cause y'all ain't nothing but pranksters
f*ck n*ggas faking like ganstas
[Bridge: Luke]
I can't stand a n*gga talking about a gangsta
n*gga ain't nothing but a motherf*ckin' prangsta
n*gga ain't never been to jail
Bigga ain't never put a cap in a n*gga
n*gga just talking about dropping a n*gga
'Cause he saw another n*gga drop a n*gga on TV
Ayo, JT, kick example two

[Verse 2: JT Money]
Example two, the neighborhood chump
Andy Gump came across a sawed off pump
I guess the n*gga's no longer a chump
'Cause now he talk sh*t and quick to pop the trunk
Young n*gga got bad over night
Maybe that dumb sh*t got his ass hype
Walking around with a unit in the place
Hanging with the big boys smoking lace
But his wall ain't up to date
And I hate f*ck n*ggas who perpetrate
Like n*ggas makin' love songs first
Next time you see 'em, all they do is curse
Talkin' 'bout the n*ggas they kill
First they was lovers, now they trying be real
And for the ones talking 'bout the white man
Ever told your fans who's your bossman?
I guess that makes y'all prankstas
f*ck n*ggas fakin' like gangstas
[Bridge: Luke]
f*ck n*ggas, you got me worried
Yes, you got me worried
Because first of all
Y'all talkin' this black sh*t, black this black that
The white man's still collecting yo motherf*cking paycheck
You ain't told yo motherf*cking fans that
It's a whole different tale about n*ggas who getting it like this

(Real n*ggas) Faking like gangstas
(Real n*ggas) Faking like gangstas
You guys know who I'm talking to, oh! (N.W.A)

[Verse 3: JT Money]
None of them f*ck n*ggas ever did time
But while it's on my mind
We got up, four in the morning fo cold eggs and grits
Jim Jones and doodoo on a stick
n*ggas had to eat this sh*t everyday
And one n*gga got shanked up for a tray
And you gotta have your set up to date
While n*ggas be scrapping fo a place
And nobody snitches
'Cause snitches get stiches fo talking like b*tches
They wouldn't last 'cause they prankstas
c*nt n*ggas faking like gangstas