🎵 Fakin’ Like Gangsters // by Luke

8 ContributorsFakin’ Like Gangsters Lyrics [Intro: Luke] Yo, this is a record about stars tryna be stars Stars fakin' like gangsters, gangsters fakin' like stars Stars wanting to be stars, but they really pranksters So I had to go get my man JT, 'cause we the only true two ex-cons on staff So we could tell it to you straight and not fake Yo, JT, kick it [Verse 1: JT Money] Picture a nigga that's raw as me The motherfuckin' J to T Tired of niggas saying how bad they are Fronting like gangsters but I call them Gang-stars Stars that want to be gangsters But I'm from the real side, not like Jeckyll and Hyde Bad boys on stage, fuck niggas on the street See, now, that ain't me Example, niggas go to concerts pumped up Next thing you know, the niggas gettin' chumped up And they don't look so tough to me I guess niggas ain't the same on and off TV But not me, I grab the mic and shoot game And on the streets it's the same motherfucking thing See, I pop no bullshit If you offended? Wear it if the motherfucking shoe fits But don't have two left feet Fuck around, get your shit split to the white meat 'Cause y'all ain't nothing but pranksters Fuck niggas, you fakin' like gangsters [Interlude: Luke] I can't stand a nigga talking bout he a gangster Nigga ain't nothing but a motherfuckin' prankster Nigga ain't never been to jail Nigga ain't never took the gat and really dropped a nigga Nigga just talking about dropping a nigga 'Cause he saw another nigga drop a nigga on TV Yo, JT, yo, tell these niggas about two [Verse 2: JT Money] Example two, the neighborhood chump Andy Gump Came across a sawed off pump I guess the nigga's no longer a punk 'Cause now he talks shit and quick to pop the trunk Young nigga turned bad over night Maybe that dust hit got his ass hype Walking around with a unit on his face Hanging with the big boys smoking lace But his wall ain't up-to-date And I hate fuck-niggas who perpetrate Like niggas makin' love songs first Next time you see 'em, all they do is curse Talkin' 'bout all the niggas they killed First they was lovers, now they tryna be real And for the other nigga talkin' this-and-that About kids hearin' all this on the rap And for the ones talking 'bout the white man Ever told your fans who's your boss, man? I guess that makes y'all pranksters Fuck niggas, you fakin like gangsters [Interlude: Luke] Fuck niggas, y'all got me worried, yes, y'all do, y'all got a nigga worried 'Cause first of all, y'all niggas talkin all this black shit, black this, black that The white man's still collecting y'all money Y'all ain't told yo' motherfucking fans that, huh? It's a whole list of y'all fuck niggas who getting it like that "Real niggas" fakin' like gangsters "Real niggas" fakin' like gangsters "Real niggas" fakin' like gangsters (You guys know who I'm talking to) [Verse 3: JT Money] None of them fuck niggas ever did time But while it's on my mind We got up four in the morning for cold eggs and grits Jim Jones and doo-doo on a stick Niggas had to eat this shit everyday And one nigga got shanked over a tray So you gotta have your set up to date 'Cause niggas be scrapping for a place And nobody snitches 'cause snitches get stiches for talking like bitches They wouldn't last 'cause they pranksters Cunt niggas fakin' like gangsters [Outro: Luke, JT Money] Ha-ha-ha, yo, yo, JT, tell these fuck niggas about one of your real capers, my nigga True, ain't nan one of these fuck niggas ever stood out in front of a nigga's crib At 2 o'clock in the mornin' in the rain in the middle of December Imagine how I throw that shit away for a nigga about a crib Yeah, true, yeah, check this out I still don't know the fuck nigga who I was shooting at Down 54th Street and 7th Avenue, huh, I mean, niggas got so many capable niggas on Niggas just, niggas just don't know We got a little miniature graveyard on 46 Yeah, I had fucked the niggas up, check it out, I had drugged this, this hoe, man I drugged this hoe we robbed, man, she tried to hold on to the car Yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy, I, I remember when I met your motherfuckin' ass, nigga You were, you were creepin' like a boxin' thing Oh, yeah, I used to get out there and flex You know what I'm talkin' bout, man, bustin' crazy, crazy style! Yeah, ayy, check this out My motherfuckin' record is about that motherfuckin' long