Ghostface k**ah - Action Bronson Response lyrics

["Be For Real" by Harold Melvin & The Blue Notes plays in background] Ayo, let me tell you a little something, you know what I mean? It's like, you got this little fake a** n***a, Action Bronson, running around sounding like me. But I wanna tell this little fat f** something. I gave you a grace period, n***a. I'm 'posed to destroy you a long time ago. You go on SportsNation kicking that sh** acting like, yo you the n***a, and where I'm at? First of all you little fat f**, who gives you the right to even mention my name, out your motherf**ing mouth? Broad, you done made a mistake, boy. You done f**ed up, man. You know what I mean? Because listen man, you could never f** with my pen, my n***a. My sword, my blade, whatever you wanna call it, I'm too nasty for you. This is why the f** you look up to me. And sound like me. When I told y'all n***as back on the Cuban Linx sh**, "I don't want nobody sounding like me on no album". You know what? You know what this n***a said? (She said that the same people you meet growing up...) Uh-huh. (...You make the same old faces at) And that's your fat funky a**, n***a. You know what I mean? But let me tell you something. Your fans? Those are my fans first, you understand what I'm saying? And I'm not making this a black or white thing, my n***a, I'm making this a Ghost Action Bronson thing. You know what I mean? You don't come out your mouth using my name, or how you wanna use it, because the spotlight is in your face my n***a! The microphone is in your face! You nahmean, you have to learn to watch what you say. I guess you never been taught that. Because you're not a real n***a You walk around the club with no shoes on, big a** beard that one day I might set that sh** on fire, just for f**ing saying my name n***a? Let me tell you something man. Doing twenty-five years for a n***a in rap music my n***a, with babies, it don't really sound too good, right? But I got shooters that'll do that. And them shooters is not from New York, n***a. I don't think you really know the magnitude, of the sh** right here, because it's a lot of y'all young n***as that like to play games, b. You nahmean? And then when you get touched, y'all start running to the f**ing police, b. You nahmean? But let me tell you something: I seen a lot of faces, been a lot of places, n***a. I got those kinda n***as. That'll do disappearing acts on motherf**ers for nothing in all states. So I'm just telling you, fella. I know the tour schedule, man. I know the tour schedule, bruh. Just keep my name out your f**ing mouth And I'm giving this to Max Kellerman, Marcellus on SportsNation, Stephen A., Skip, Chris Broussard, Jemele Hill, Mike and them, listen. This n***a, this fat funky a** n***a's a fraud. I called this n***a, right? The day I heard that sh**. And I checked his a**, I called him to feel the temperature. He gon' be like "Yo man, you know, I know-". Yeah, n***a, you know! Fix that sh**, n***a! Now! I don't know what the f** you gotta do, but fix that sh** now He put out like a little five tweets. I get the phone call, this n***a done deleted the tweets. So you playing with me, bruh. Don't let me, don't let me, hang you from a f**ing rope and gut you like a pig, n***a, and leave you out to dry. Because it'll get done. Be for real, just like this n***a Teddy said, listen... (Be for real!) You heard that, motherf**er. So I'm letting you know, bro. I'm dangerous, man. Because first off, where the f** is your Supreme Clienteles, n***a? Where's your Iron Mans, n***a? Where's your Wizard of Poetrys, n***a? Where's your Bulletproof Wallets, n***a? I done, I done a bunch of albums I did, that's only four sh**s. You can never play with me, man. I gave you a grace period! You fat f**! I gave you a grace, I let you live! I let the devil live on this planet, for the longest! Now here he come! It's my motherf**ing son! Showing up sounding just like me! Nah, bruh! You don't do that! Get your own style, and that what I said on Rae's first Cuban Link? You wanna sound like me, n***a? C'mon man, I never disrespected you bro. I just thought that God gave you the same tone Now this n***a telling me to be for real. You believe that, Ghost? I thought so. You nahmean? I thought that God [?] he made this n***a, with the same tone, sometimes he can't help it. You even ran up on me years ago, South By Southwest saying "Oh this n***a, is sounding like, they say I sound like you!" You nahmean? But you know what, I disregarded that sh**. And told you, y'know, do what you do. Built you up! But you gonna go in front of millions? On SportsNation? And act like, yo n***a [?] now type sh** or whatever the f** you done said, bruh? You didn't mean to say that! You told me you didn't mean to say that, you was nervous! Bruh. Get your sh**, together, bruh. I want you to enjoy your summer. Because you know a lot of people don't make it through the summer, bruh. Listen to me, man. Right now I'm Poppa Bear, b. I'm big poppa