(Verse 1: Alley Boy)
Yeah your favorite rapper’s a damn lie
Sneaks lyin n***a boy I testify
I done seen you n***as kind before
It ain’t no way we could be friends, blood shed provoked
It ain’t gonna be a pretty picture I swear to God my n***a
I f** with real silent k**ers you won’t hear my n***a
Blood thirsty is the pack like a laughing hyena
You n***a free b**h I can smell the b**h and the..
Here’s the bullet boys n***a digging diamonds and d
I'm at the doorstep n***a didn’t think I come
I’ll have a bottle with friends who betray the Judas
I got a real trap hell runs starters and shooters
These n***as lying through their teeth lining up on me
So we gonna ride in the street, treyvon martin f** peace
Religion war, crack epidemic
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You rappers all gimics and throwin all twenty
This ain’t no pull out grill b**h ey
This ain’t no rent payin b**h ey
These n***as lying they ain't mercing sh**
When I throw down he gonna sh** and piss
(Hook x2)
Your favorite rapper’s a damn lie
Your favorite rapper’s a damn lie
Your favorite rapper’s a damn lie
Your favorite rapper’s a damn lie
(Verse 2: Pusha T)
Your favorite rapper’s a damn lie
You can double check this record that I stand by
How real is he if he been paying for his blood ties
He blood in, he blood out at a blood drive
Red cross, blue shield, blue steel n***a
Gunfight if you ain't' dead be still n***a
And who is you to ever question who’s a real n***a
You never been, you never was, you never will n***a
Ha,Bought mama's Jag in '01,
The only hits I had then was a nose run
Dropped "Grindin'", let you hear just how the dope's slung
Then Shot the video where I was buying my dope from
If that ain't' autobiographical the indictment mentions clothes lines and rappers too
Tell me what the f** I got to prove
To a mother f**er with nothing to lose?
Never, Never been sh** ever
(Hook x2)
Your favorite rapper’s a damn lie
Your favorite rapper’s a damn lie
Your favorite rapper’s a damn lie
Your favorite rapper’s a damn lie
(Verse 3: Alley Boy)
Desperado guns n***a I got tools for dues
f** your labels deals b**h we want ten mill for school
Your n***a p**y in the streets Hollywood they start
Your favorite rapper is a gimic n***a see who you are
But if they say I'm a hater got the idustry fooled
No n***as use to f** with em say he used to be cool
I draw the line in the sand for them to make their move
I'm just let it get its best knights got real tools
But I ain't hypnotized you see the greed in my eyes
I’m from the streets where easy money be the reason you die
But I got real trust issues I don’t f** with these n***as
I keep these pussies all around me you ain't gonna sneak me n***a
As the swisher burn slow, blood money count slow
Label duct taped industry n***as remain foe
80 bands on my wrist b**h please rappers hide it from j**ellers
Need to tap on that fee, these some b**h n***as
(Hook x2)
Your favorite rapper’s a damn lie
Your favorite rapper’s a damn lie
Your favorite rapper’s a damn lie
Your favorite rapper’s a damn lie