Termanology - Fake Love (Yes Men) lyrics

[Prodduced by: Statik Selektah] [Intro: Good Brotha] Fakin hate yes men Yes, yo, yeah I hate fake love Yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Reks] Yes, I confess, I seen a lot of love But I seen a lot of fake I, seen a lot of frauds Seen a lot of "I want" plus a lot of "can I have?" Can you please tell me why these rappers is ga**ed? Your whole team and you front like you got his back But frontin is a hab', I mean stuntin (is a habit) You would say he nice when he really ain't have it He was just alright but you would say he smashed it You would do his ad libs All in the picture, get ya palms in the mixture, callin all his sh** cla**ic You a broad, you a ba*tard You a f*ggot for lettin him pursue a career of rap sh** I hate the average, MySpace friend request Because the average MySpace friend request Is a** rappers or producers who a** backwards Think I'm a pay for whackness? (please) [Hook: Good Brotha] (x2) (Kali) I hate fake love Comin from yes men, some of your best friends are guilty of Givin you pats upon your back, callin love when there's really hate f** yes men! (I got the Henny in me I got my n***as around me Yeah, Showoff, Showoff, ha Yo, uh) [Verse 2: Kali] It be the n***a in the background, cheerin you on (yeah) High fives and pats on the back after every song (haha) But after the Henny's gone, it won't take long (nah) Cause friends turn to enemies, so friendship's gone f**in yes men, they'll tell ya whatever you wanna hear (yo) Just to stay close until the money's gone, then they disappear (gone) Show up a different year, rockin some different gear (what up?) Talkin the same sh** (haha) but sh** is different here (haha) So I don't need 'em, I leave 'em, I'm not concerned with 'em (nah) Never keep 'em close if there's no money to be earned with 'em (what's the point?) Ass kissers, kind of like a bad blister (uh huh) f**in up the way I walk, so I just straight dismiss 'em (peace) No patience, for n***as that be hatin And b**hes that be frontin like they virgins and they waitin (come on) Life's too short, so choose your circle wisely (cause) Cause (it's your thing), word to Ron Isley (yeah, word) [Hook:] (Termanology) (Termanology Showoff, Showoff Uh, uh) [Verse 3: Termanology] I had a homie named La Di Da, he like to party hard Mardi Gras all the time, mamis all by the bar He had about fifty cats around 'em Talkin about he the next Em, Jigga and Rakim But when they came to rock him, push his sh** in Where was all his mens? (I don't know), swallowin his Hen' What about the Benz and the gems on his neck And the ends that he spent on his so called friends? All of your mens said you the next Kanye Except you was pullin up in a Hyundai It's okay, you gonna make it dude someday And when you do, I'll be +Happy+ like Ashanti What would your moms say? Your friends get you in trouble So get away from them on the double Wanna put 'em to the test? Make the worst sh** in your life and show it to 'em and see if they say "yes" [Hook:]