M.o.p. - F.A.G. (Fake Ass Gangsta) lyrics

[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 bump your a** off quick, so yo, muthaf** karate, boy Don't f** around and make me catch a batty boy You ain't nothin but a f.a.g., you fake-a** gangsta You n***as 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 a**, kid Billy Danz, the o.g. The n***a that you fake-a** 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**in tec In '93 I calmed down But now these so-called gangsta-a** n***as got gased Herbs are not ready, derelicts are petty n***a, I be your worst nightmare like I was Freddy n***as be actin sweet, claimin they packin heat Get a rugged peek and wanna talk about the street You n***as ain't livin trife And rappers that's claimin that they underground I put they a** under ground for life Wait, I'ma set that a** straight Herbs only perpetrate But look, my burner don't discriminate All race, creed, shape, breed Anytime's fine with me You f**in f.a.g. (Front, I make it a thrill to k**) (Straight up and down, act like you want a confrontation) [Lil' Fame] Here it is for you n***as that chastise the game It's M.O.P., n***a, 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***as gotta get it like Jason got his n***a, your whole sh**'ll be rearranged Because I'ma give em a buck fifty and let em keep the change Another n***a smoked, oh Lord Because he just finished watchin 'Menace', he musta thougth he was O-Dog Ass out for the last n***a that wanted drama Because I smoked him with the 9mm lama You fake thugs ain't bustin slugs, please A muthaf**a like you deserve 12 to your mug piece So all you n***as start makin tracks Because there's too many phoney baloney muthaf**as fakin jacks I go to work for my joint, muthaf**a, you know me It's the one and only, and M.O.P. Gunsmoke when I defeat a man Because I smoke muthaf**aas like the 9mm man [Billy Danzini] Plow! You b**h-a** n***a, you better walk Only with my muthaf**in 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** is he tryin to pull? All you b**h-a** n***as 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**h n***a, I get down What I be on is the untold truth of a livin hell So one of you b**h n***as is comin up out of his shell M.O.P. goin out till the end This is how we separate the boys from the men Real n***as that's ill n***as that k** n***as The beaver that sneak with his finger on the trigger Fake gangstas got mad war stories to tell About how many muthaf**as they blew up in jail They said their camp was mad deep and they had crazy pull That little b**h, but now he snitched like Sammy the Bull