Fake MC's Lyrics & Tabs by Ghetts
Fake MC's
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G-G-G-G-H ain't one of these fake MC's, my bars are the truth
I got no PhD but I'mma be away eventually, I'm a star in the booth
Go round town asking the youth who's doing this ting
It's G-H-E double T and O, my mind works, how it's so diverse
Why work when the fiends wanna by work? (x2)
I can see trouble ahead
I live life in a tunnel of death
It's amazing I'm alive still
Ain't aiming a 9 mill
Paving for a nice meal
I been patient and temptation is too much now
How can a man resist luxury?
I wanna know where the paper's at
But I'll be pissed if it's custody
If a couple of Feds come for me
I wanna know where the paper's at
But I'll be pissed if it's custody
If a couple of Feds come for me
Then it's back door stylie
But the back door might be covered already
And if so then escape's impossible
But I keep optimistic I ain't letting them stop my business
"There's nothing illegal here
I ain't got nothing to hide, it's so obvious
Officer look, that's all in my past
I'mma sign autographs, of course I'm a star
Performing's an art!"
At least two times a day
I come real close to losing my freedom
Taking risks on a daily basis
All I wanna do is make tunes and release them
At least two times a day
I come real close to losing the plot
Taking risks on a daily basis
All I wanna do is put tunes in the shop
G-H ain't one of these fake MC's, my bars are the truth
I got no PhD but I'mma be away eventually, I'm a star in the booth
Go round town asking the youth who's doing this ting
It's G-H-E double T and O, my mind works, how it's so diverse
Why work when the fiends wanna by work?
I really can't stand you fake MC's
I take laptops when I chase MC's
I break MC's over age MC's
I guess you could say that I hate MC's
I really can't stand you fake MC's
I take laptops when I chase MC's
I break MC's over age MC's
I guess you could say that I hate MC's
Uh, it's times like this I don't wanna be sober
It's gotta be Jack D's gotta be cola
Niggas wanna jack me, 'cos I stack Ps like a property owner
There ain't no stopping me vulture
You won't eat 'til I'm dead
As long as I'm alive I've gotta be a soldier
Ok, you're probably older
But I know you're soft like quality sofas
You know my policy, no guy's robbing me
I'm serious like I don't like comedy
Police are so devious
They wanna nick a nigga now for an '05 robbery
Don't try follow me, I don't like solitary
I hate authority, I'm a law breaker
All I'll be about is more paper
So don't ask for a favour
Show me a bader
I'll make his homie a traitor, make his homie a stranger
Or so his throat don't see a razor
Everybody knows I'm an uncaged animal
Like everybody knows zoning's a major
I ain't a parolee who won't be a danger
I'm fearless like Steve from Australia
Crocodiles get tamed with the flamer
At least two times a day
I come real close to shooting a nigga
Taking a risk is bait in the bits
But that won't stop what I'll do for the figures
At least two times a day
I come real close to shooting a foe
Taking risks is bait in the bits
But that won't stop what I'll do for the dough
Different day same regime
22 now, and I feel like there's nothing I ain't seen
Wha-gwarn for the rave scene?
It's like the under 18's are deathtraps
I wouldn't be shocked to find guns in a play scheme
To tell the truth I expect that
Some have got bodies on their guns
And still ain't purchased a fresh strap
But on the other hand, some remain clean
Too prang to bang, too dumb to make cream
You ain't had one war
What you got a gun for?
I've done more than you will in a lifetime
It's real when I write rhymes
I ain't gotta force it out
I got a nigga who bought an ounce
A year later bought a house
And survived all sorts of droughts
I'm the talk of the town
And I can see niggas walking around
It was meant to be it fits perfect
I spit sick verses, time on my hands
That's what a little bird did
I never snitched like Curtis
Came out back to the bits
And jumped on the musical wagon
In the hood that's the usual fashion
At least two times a day
I come real close to losing my drive
Making hits ain't making me rich
But that won't stop what I do the mic
At least two times a day
I come real close to losing my love
Making hits ain't making me rich
But that won't stop what I'll do the dubs
