[Intro: Luke]
Yo this is a record about stars fakin like gangstas
Gangstas trying to be stars
Stars wanting to be ganstas but they really pranksters
So I had to get my man JT cause we the only true two ex-cons on staff
And so we could kick it to you straight and not fake
Aiyyo JT, kick it
[Verse One: JT Money]
Picture a n***a as raw as me, the motherf**in J to the T
Tired of n***as saying how bad they are
Fronting like ganstas but I call them Gang-stars
Stars that want to be gangsters
But I'm from the real side not like Jeckyll and Hyde
Bad boys on stage, f** n***as on the street
You see that ain't me
Example - n***as go to concerts f**ed up
The next thing you know the n***a's gettin chumped up
And they don't look so tough to me
I guess n***as ain't the same on and off TV
But not me, I grab the mike and shoot game
And on the streets it's the same motherf**ins thang
See I pop no bullsh**
If you offended wear it if the motherf**ing shoe fits
But don't have two left feet
f** around get your a** split to the white meat
Cause y'all ain't nothing but pranksters
f** n***as faking like gangstas
[Luke]
I can't stand a n***a talking about a gangsta
n***a ain't nothing but a motherf**in prangsta
n***a ain't never been to jail
Bigga ain't never put a cap in a n***a
n***a just talking about dropping a n***a
Cause he saw another n***a drop a n***a on TV
Aye yo JT kick example 2
[Verse 2: JT Money]
Example two, the neighborhood chump
Andy Gump came across a sawed off pump
I guess the n***a's now longer a punk
Cause now he talks sh** and quick to pop the trunk
Young n***a turned bad over night
Maybe that dumb sh** got his a** hype
Walking around with a unit in the place
Hanging with the big boys smoking lace
But his wall ain't up to date
And I hate f** n***as who perpetrate
Like n***as makin' love songs first
Next time you see em, all they do is curse
Talkin bout the n***as they k**ed
First they was lovers, now they trying be real
And for the other n***a talkin' this-and-that
About kids hearin' all this on the rap
And for the ones talking 'bout the white man
Ever told your fans who's your bossman?
I guess that makes y'all prankstas
f** n***as fakin like gangstas!
[Luke]
f** n***as you got me worried, yes you got me worried
Because first of all yall talkin this black sh**, black this black that
The whiteman's still collecting y'all money
You ain't told yo motherf**ing fans that, huh?
It's a whole different tale about n***as who getting it like this
"Real n***as" Faking like gangstas
"Real n***as" Faking like gangstas
"You guys know who I'm talking to...Ohhh! (NWA)
[Verse 3: JT Money]
None of them f** n***as ever did time
But while it's on my mind
We got up 4 in the morning fo cold eggs and grits
Jim Jones and doo-doo on a stick
n***as had to eat this sh** everyday
And one n***a got shanked over a tray
And you gotta have your set up to date
While n***as be scrapping fo a place
And nobody snitches
Cause snitches get stiches for talking like b**hes
They wouldn't last cause they prankstas
c*nt n***as faking like gangstas