JT Money
Fakin’ Like Gangstas
[Intro: Luke]
Yo this is a record about stars fakin like gangstas
Gangstas trying to be stars
Stars wanting to be ganstas but they really pranksters
So I had to get my man JT cause we the only true two ex-cons on staff
And so we could kick it to you straight and not fake
Aiyyo JT, kick it

[Verse One: JT Money]
Picture a n***a as raw as me, the motherfuckin J to the T
Tired of n***as saying how bad they are
Fronting like ganstas 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 n***as on the street
You see that ain't me
Example - n***as go to concerts pumped up
The next thing you know the n***a's gettin chumped up
And they don't look so tough to me
I guess n***as ain't the same on and off TV
But not me, I grab the mike and shoot game
And on the streets it's the same motherfucking thang
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 ass split to the white meat
Cause y'all ain't nothing but pranksters
Fuck n***as be faking like gangstas
I can't stand a n***a talking about being a gangsta
N***a ain't nothing but a motherfuckin pranksta
N***a ain't never been to jail
N***a ain't never put a cap in a n***a
N***a just talking about dropping a n***a
Cause he saw another n***a drop a n***a on TV
Aye yo JT kick example 2

[Verse 2: JT Money]
Example two, the neighborhood chump
Andy Gump came across a sawed off pump
I guess the n***a's now longer a punk
Cause now he talks shit and quick to pop the trunk
Young n***a turned bad over night
Maybe that dust hit got his ass hype
Walking around with a unit in the place
Hanging with the big boys smoking lace
But his wall ain't up to date
And I hate fuck n***as who perpetrate
Like n***as makin' love songs first
Next time you see em, all they do is curse
Talkin bout all the n***as they killed
First they was lovers, now they trying be real
And for the other n***a 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 prankstas
Fuck n***as be fakin like gangstas!
Fuck n***as you got me worried, yes you got a n***a worried
Because first of all y'all talkin this black shit, black this black that
The whiteman's still collecting y'all money
You ain't told yo' motherfucking fans that, huh?
It's a whole list of y'all fuck n***as who getting it like that

"Real n***as" Faking like gangstas
"Real n***as" Faking like gangstas
"You guys know who I'm talking to...Ohhh! (NWA)

[Verse 3: JT Money]
None of them fuck n***as ever did time
But while it's on my mind
We got up 4 in the morning for cold eggs and grits
Jim Jones and doo-doo on a stick
N***as had to eat this shit everyday
And one n***a got shanked over a tray
And you gotta have your set up to date
While n***as be scrapping for a place
And nobody snitches
Cause snitches get stiches for talking like bitches
They wouldn't last cause they prankstas
Cunt n***as faking like gangstas