Teddy Riley - Pump Faker lyrics

[Intro: 2Pac As Bishop. Juice 1992] I Don't Give A f** About You, I Don't Give A f** About Myself. Look Man I Ain't sh** I Ain't Never Gonna Be sh** And You Less Of A Man Then Me So As Soon As I Decide That You Ain't Gonna Be sh**. POW ... Patna [Verse 1: Franco] One, Two, Three, Four Five, Six, Seven You Now Listening To The Hip Hop Felon Five Thirty Seven, That Smith And Wesson Gon' Check Him Back Up Cause These Hollow Tips Is Like An Injection That n***a Breathless, He Couldn't Get The Message Homie Got k**ed Cause He Wanna Act Reckless Labeled A Menace Then I Came To My Senses Sittin' Up Top With A 1-3 Sentence Im From The 90's Where We Used To Rock Tommy, Catch Me Up In Cloud 9 Surrounded By The Mami's Pack A Tool For Any Fool Who Try To Come And Rob Me No Feeling Sorry When I Step Up In A Party f** Dancing, I Came Here To Hurt Somebody Goons Up In A Lobby, Thirsty For A Homi Franco Lean On Scene, Five Thirty Seven I Sit Back And Relax A New Jack From New Jack I Spit Crack, Could Of Flipped That, Make A Quick Stack Forget That Without Rap You Lost In Mind, Can't Even Read Between The Lines Behind The Blinds Theres A Lot To Find The Industry Is A f**ing Lie With The Rap You Better Listen, Stop Watching That Television I Don't Rap To Be Cool God Sent Me On A Mission Feel The Ambition To Get My Homies Outta Prison Start To Reminiscing Bout My Bro Tokyo Heart Full Of Gold Wish The Homie Didn't Go Beware For Them n***as You With They Put A Few In A Clip Blast Ya Ass Grab The Cash And Even Murder Your b**h