pee in the bed So, you know I had to lighten her raw, fighting the dog Pushing the seat back, gettin' right in the fall Make her use a fake credit card
Aey yo, this is Nas with my man DJ Clue The professional part two Puttin' it down for you fake ass DJ's and shit like that Straight outta Q.B. all the
Eat it up (hook) Real niggas in the front, fake niggas in the middle Live niggas in the back say just a little Real niggas in the front, fake niggas
a nigga If you think a rapper's better why don't you give me his name So I can run up on him, tear him up and give you his frame When it comes to the
level a nigga If you think a rapper's better why don't you give me his name? So I can run up on him, tear him up and give you his frame When it comes
cruising in your lowrider Let down the back and put the front a little higher And now you're rolling TJ ready Just be yourself holmes, no need to be fake
' The streets knockin' my shit, the D's watchin' my shift We can do this however, east glock or the fifth I leave you chumps to frame, right where you
that's my peeps and we rolls deep Flying first class from New York City to Blackstreet What you know about me, not a motherfucking thing Cartier wooded frames
you think that you're having fun Fame the game Get on the plane and get off into the limousine To the early morning show everyday routine Make up fake
i know Meta meta yo is needed when its time for me to go I spent my whole life on this KC street The PASEO where the real stay and the fake sees heat
Lookin' like an aardvark with a fucked up parked car Got the nerve to have a diamond I'm embarrassed you keep rhymin' Fuck you Simple Simon, materialistic and twisted Fake
with an aim motherf**ker [Turtle Banxx] to blow you out your frame motherf**ker [Bennie Franks] to blow you out your frame motherf**ker [Todd Nitty] cant
crime Big you had the Mafia, me, I got the property Got a lot of these fake families out here copyin' But nigga trust I'ma flush all this bullshit All this fake Tupac and fake
. lets do this ATF success in the air i can feel that bitch coming less than a year. mom tired i can see it in her hair, all my fake homies getting left
toes of our DaDa's and ask them niggas in the Source Awards when I caught them while y'all was pacin', the homies was bringin' up situations Eliminating fake
dollars into a quarter of a mill' ticket Some of you suckers be lyin to kick it, but that ain't the fuckin way Niggaz be sellin mo' wolf tickets than fake
the land In the wet, in the dream, if it's flashing then seen In the deep marine, in the deep marine Looking to the white framed headland Green pockets