[Hook]
Whenever there's a camera on, here comes sposefal from me you
You love to act like movies and ain't never been to acting school
Whenever you can make a scene, don't nobody think that you're the stupid
More Hollywood than TV
You're so Hollywood
[Verse 1: ]
My mother used to say be the bigger man, attourney of the keeper
What I learned is you get hit again
Faith has almost turned me to a bitter man
But I ain't a loser, I'm a winner and it's time for me to stand up and deliver ran in en
Topping in the trenches with, come to mention it
Many came to help me out the trenches so I spit messages belligerent until they get it
Cut my frost, am I rendered under my Yankee fitty
Bishop told me if I want it but I come on with it now
Cali, Troit, set it up, whip it down, light it up
Blow it out when you hear my f**in' sound
Now everybody wanna be my f**in pal
Cause they think when I'm with Bishop and Dre we willing out
Now that I speak with him the block on it
And I'm no longer behind the scenes so I'll be f**in faithful
This is where you need to get off my head
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[Verse 2: Bishop Lamont ]
Mr. Deville, they ready for they closeup
n***as ain't clear, it's revealed when you're close up
Marilyn Monroe, they got pussies throw their skirt up
I'm J Edgar Hoover, I'll remove you the same way
FBI maneuver, put a book marking
You're book smart, from the book depository top flow
Bite the bullet, James Fowles from the gra**y note
Magic bullet, got losser than the lock and load
I don't f**s with tizzle town
If you ain't south of the 1-05 then n***a you ain't gon see me round
You probly up on sunset with the glittery belt buckle
Arched eyebrows tryna swash buckle
Flame on, these rappers is b**hes
Get caught in pictures and swear their mob kisses
Never seen a fiendin guy fought and look like that
This fool can't be Lamont, hit a gay ba** rap
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[Verse 3:]
Yea may I live in the life it ain't about that crack
In the keister tuck, thirsty for the bounce back
Goonies on the building with some rudy when the chinese come
Pull early smoking, n***as poking out Tommyguns
Slum with your belly out, ya'll n***as barely out
Probly stay in front row, cupcakes ghetto style
Pump fake¸ the modus operandi of this segment
It's bodybag at members loose on set
You n***as mob on hard, garbed and avantguard
To be a star hit the scene but really seem like march
Your sh** is too dramatic, and ya'll ain't speakin I'm a truly modest
Like the blocks where the shooters, let medulas have it
It's no Manson mooses, just goons and ratchets
Who really live like these tune from rappers
It's like the wrong but 20's again recallings that fly
But smoking mirrors is the case that the foolies get trapped in
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