Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Be Fake, artist - Bizzy Bone. Album song Thugs Revenge, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: B-Dub
Song language: English
Don't Be Fake |
Yeah, yeah we gon' beat these demons down within the mind |
With the sound within the mind, beat on this shit |
C’mon now let’s get this shit together |
C’mon, beat this shit down baby |
Well let me show you how the Midwest rocks, west rocks |
Well let me show you how this Midwest rocks, west rocks |
Let me show you how this Midwest rocks |
We gon' get this motherfuckin money young’n, what nigga! |
Hahaha |
I was rollin the I-80, holdin the vibe baby |
Police up in this bitch, you know they hate me |
With a motherfucker to search me, and a motherfucker to curse me |
And it all end up to them walkin it like you not dirty birdy |
Bringin it most certainly, you don’t want me, quit frontin |
Ol' hater hater hater hater, quit stuntin |
Plain and simply bluntin, nothin for nothin that equals nothin |
And I’m still walkin and needin that somethin |
Vision a perfect woman, a vision of perfect women |
Ch-ch-check out my melody, check-check out my rhythm |
Inspiration is God, spiritually we can see |
In the name of our Lord and savior Jesus Christ, it’s whatever you need |
Break bread so the demons can eat |
Handle my money like Yvonna, it’s just me the G |
Call it what’chu wanna call it, feel me I’m in a venna |
Shut up so you can get some real manner |
My momma my Rosanna-anna, just me and my Joanna |
Hey, pick up yo' stamina, hit 'em like wow |
You know I love my style, I’m not a faker I’m the real |
I’m walkin in my sins in this precious metal and steel |
Now do you want me? |
Don’t be fake |
And don’t have the nerve to try to play me like you’re real |
I’m tryin to eat off the plate, baby please peace be still |
Thou shall not kill, we in the belly of the beast |
It was a setup, motherfucker don’t ever think I let up |
I peeped out of every movement when you get up |
For the woman that never loved me, only just to wipe away my smile |
Was it jealousy? |
Mad cause my hair was wild? |
Ain’t no vanity, never was surrounded by no enemies |
One glass of Hennessy, mind on the trinity |
Heavenly, somebody got pissed, at the caucus |
Give me a leaf and let me break down college studies and collars |
Ballers, shot callers, I’m comin up |
Dug up, up out the grave, now pay attention to the thug |
Can you try that? |
Fellamina, Robert and Masadonia |
Bryon never forget bitch, can you buy that? |
Plus the one that I gave you, a real diamond, no cubic zirconia |
Headed for Mariah like it’s right around the corner soldier |
Shanaya said it best, I guess it’s war |
So what the fuck you think I landed on this fuckin planet for? |
Now keep the lust, eat the coochie cause I know that steez |
I heard you say that you was lovin but you said it while they dissin me |
Dissin me, dissin me. |
why they dissin me? |
Fuckin crazy |
When it’s, said and done, one we still standin |
Haters’ll never find me, no matter how they demand it |
Pay dues, pay price, pay more than thrice |
Don’t get mad when I pop up with ice — little haters |
Alligator snake skin, serpent with yo' fake skin |
Wanna be a man, be a man than me |
I’m a child of God, and you can call it if you wanna |
Homeboy grab girly if you wanna |
But he won’t even claim her, fuckin same dude tryna frame us |
Bitch please, I’m already famous it’s stuck in the danger |
Never cry, I know the Lord is the greatest |
He in secret, you don’t need to be searchin |
No hatred, cause I’m a soldier for the Lord |
Wise, and I’m humble with that double edge sword |
(Hahaha, it’s that «Thugs Revenge» mo' murda) |