Jt Money - Fakin' Like Gangstas lyrics

[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