DJ Premier - Fake lyrics

[Intro] Yeah This one goes out to all the fake n***as I ain't never gonna stop doing fake n***a records We got to keep doing fake n***a records Records about fake n***as Word up Got to keep 'em alert Stay alert Word up It's Bump [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 Bumpy Knuckles, the clever poet (“Are you ready?”) Keep flowing Yo, n***as right now saying, is he talking about me? Those are the n***as that are foul, my real n***as understand my style So they're sitting back laughing like “that n***a Bumpy wild Wow” n***as 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 Bumpy 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 Bump 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] [?] [Verse 2] Y'all know them n***as 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**ed up, you was acting funny, what's up, money? You know them n***as 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 s**er to a dicks**er Who always come back to tell on you dumb motherf**ing Y'all s**ers bu*t 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 n***a You so f**ing fake Hey, my n***a, you fake You so f**ing fake Hey, my n***a, you fake You so f**ing fake Hey, my n***a, I know it n***as 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 n***a, 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 Ba**, in your face Ba**, in your face Ba**, in your face Premier Premier Word Up