Verse 1: (Nat Blaxxx)
All da true rap legends get locked or get shot up
Still waiting for a truthful rapper to sprout up
Weezy you aint shit i heard ya last rhyme
Next time you get popped im gone make sure that its ya last time
You should've killed ya self a long time ago just like Pac line
I'll stack bodies in ya hood famz you know you aint hood
Why wont you show ya true colors man you know you aint blood
You a bitch so you know that ya whole style aint legit
You still Cash Money?
Ay yo famz hop the next mans dick
You a millionaire?
Well I got another million clips
Empty one up in ya body for every weak rhyme you spit
Its like ball
Every time you shoot
You always miss
Dont take my words as a diss
Take it as a warning
WAKE UP
Hip Hop fakes this song is ya callin

chorus:
Niggaz gettin hype for all these fake hip hop raps
Coming at these clowns throwing knives and gats
5 shots to da body nothin left but the gap
Went through one pussy millionaire now who left
x2

Verse 2: (K-Rellz)
Uh oh dont get me started on this child play kid
Soulja Boy you a disgrace
I wish you would just die from some shit
You a bitch with a one way hit
Superman?
Nah famz im a super fan of the shit Ice T said
I know that got up in you famz
Im the thug that every nigga hold in they soul
Say what I mean dont matter whether friendly or cold
Never do what im told only the opposite
Dont even trust myself
Cause I know im that nigga that be poppin shit
True thug run up in ya crib shoot at you and ya bitch
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Remember dat nigga Get Rich Quik?
Dont call me Mook
I keep the same nine every season
Bang at different hoods for no reason
Shoot a nigga in his dome cause he breathin

chorus:
Niggaz gettin hype for all these fake hip hop raps
Coming at these clowns throwing knives and gats
5 shots to da body nothin left but the gap
Went through one pussy millionaire now who left
x2

Verse 3: (Nat Blaxxx)
Im gettin off this track soon so stop jumpin
Next rapper im gone mention prolly thinkin somethin
But be easy im gone save ya weak ass for the next track
I bet you wonderin who heres a clue nigga "Lean Back"
I got that mean stack
That mean gat
You see this mean face
I aim at ya dome to release that
At war with Papoose nigga you thinkin I aint see that
Like I said lil famz I'll save you for the next track
You aint worth being the last pussy dissed on my track
I know you pissed off with ya fat back
Just lean back cause the next hit coming man you know that I mean that
You know you a fable Fat Joe you know what I mean?
Lemme hop off this track and go blow off some steam
Blow off ya career its just a hyped up dream
All these tales of gats and stacks and leanin back
You a bitch go lose some weight and peep that
Im hoping for heat back
Maybe unite hip hops phony's
Let a nigga slip poppin you and Cash Money cronies (Wezzy)

chorus:
Niggaz gettin hype for all these fake hip hop raps
Coming at these clowns throwing knives and gats
5 shots to da body nothin left but the gap
Went through one pussy millionaire now who left
x2