The Game - Fake Mutha (Envy) lyrics

(Verse 1: R-Mean) sh** is wicked on these mean streets None of my friends speak, we all try to win, but then again Maybe its for the best-o, maybe its not Maybe all of this was just a test yo, ace n***as watch me A student of the game, a teacher of the same doe I say that with a grim but dog but I believe that is painful Defeat the fallen angel, really there’s only one goal Just a bunch of fragile creatures, tryna become who Envy who in the people Money root of a evil But recognize this is a jury, this is root of our ego Living true (?) No heaven in sight but I got a beautiful view of hell Lose it But f** it though the lames mortified Should have wrote the rhymes in chalk, cause homie this straight homicide (Hook: R-Mean) Everything we feel in time Envy that you kept inside Me said nah don’t you go and try to hide Cause you a fake mothaf**a, fake mothaf**a (Verse 2: Game) Angel wings on the ghost And you can get some identical to this b**h for the coast n***a Razor blade at yo throat Guess I been in New York City too much in my life time Smuggle raw uncut c**aine through the pipeline A1 betico, tell em sell it at the right time Inftrinate the block with base, like its 9-9 Eddie Bauer Explorer , the speakers blaring Nas Turn it up so I can run in the spot, finish the job Pull burner, she like “whoa” f** is you, Black Rob? So I’m a bad boy, time to twist the knot Empty the clip then cut the tip off to my cigar Hard to stomach when your pussier than yo woman Different stokes, different folks, long way from finna drumming AR, play look out, blast, they start running Let a n***a know if cops coming West side, n***a, what (Hook: R-Mean) Everything we feel in time Envy that you kept inside Me said nah don’t you go and try to hide Cause you a fake mothaf**a, fake mothaf**a (Verse 3: R-Mean) The flow polished and purified But dirty is (?) (?) I stay up in yo b**h like (?) Hurting for certain, you fake mothaf**a, you deserved it I see the true colors hopping out of em Secrets flloating on the surface like they dead bodies on the river There’s that devil, see them grip that steel All I know is people get fake when sh** gets real (?) Never rode a damn harley, but I’ve been a son of Anarchy Sometimes I wonder where your damn horn be Cause you can diss me but disloyal something that you can’t call me You disgust me after something so distasteful Really a disgrace how we disgraced though You misraised 6 phased b**h made hoes Jealousized chronic made no Your crew hating We bomb on these s**as, see my crews crew waiting Jordan, Baghdd, hit em all Touch em all, Jordans, Baghdad (?) hashtag These cats (?) let these heaters score f** trust, even my own shatters leaves me when its dark I leave it up to god but know its on Even when its my own at home, mothaf**a spray the Corleone (Hook: R-Mean) Everything we feel in time Envy that you kept inside Me said nah don’t you go and try to hide Cause you a fake mothaf**a, fake mothaf**a