F.A.G. (Fake Ass Gangsta) lyrics |
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[Lil' Fame and Billy Danzini] You fake rappers get the boot Sprayed like brew, I'm shootin f.a.g.'s at they video shoot I bump your ass off quick, so yo, muthafuck karate, boy Don't fuck around and make me catch a batty boy You ain't nothin but a f.a.g., you fake-ass gangsta You niggas don't want it with the Famester Bringin it to you gon' be the last, kid I'm ready to blast, kid Aiyo, let's take it to they ass, kid Billy Danz, the o.g. |
The nigga that you fake-ass gangstas can't see I'm willin to die for my respect If I have to I will let So I walk with a fifth and I pray to a fuckin tec In '93 I calmed down But now these so-called gangsta-ass niggas got gased Herbs are not ready, derelicts are petty Nigga, I be your worst nightmare like I was Freddy Niggas be actin sweet, claimin they packin heat Get a rugged peek and wanna talk about the street |
You niggas ain't livin trife And rappers that's claimin that they underground I put they ass under ground for life Wait, I'ma set that ass straight Herbs only perpetrate But look, my burner don't discriminate All race, creed, shape, breed Anytime's fine with me You fuckin f.a.g. |
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