[Intro: Luke]
Yo this is a record about stars tryna be stars
Stars fakin like gangstas, gangstas fakin like stars
Stars want 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 One: JT Money]
Picture a n***a that's raw as me
The motherfuckin J to 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
See now, that ain't me
Example, n***as go to concerts pumped up
Next thing you know, the n***as 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 mic 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 shit split to the white meat
Cause y'all ain't nothing but pranksters
Fuck n***as, you faking like gangstas
[Luke]
I can't stand a n***a talking bout he a gangsta
N***a ain't nothing but a motherfuckin pranksta
N***a ain't never been to jail
N***a ain't never took the gat and really dropped a n***a
N***a just talking about dropping a n***a
Cause he saw another n***a drop a n***a on TV
Yo JT, yo tell these n***as about two

[Verse 2: JT Money]
Example two, the neighborhood chump Andy Gump
Came across a sawed off pump
I guess the n***a's no 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 on his face
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 tryna 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, you fakin like gangstas
[Luke]
Fuck n***as y'all got me worried, yes y'all do, y'all got a n***a worried
'Cause first of all, y'all n***as 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 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"

[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
So 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

[Luke, JT Money]
Hahaha, yo, yo JT, tell these fuck n***as about one of your real capers, my n***a
True, ain't never one of these fuck n***as ever stood out in front of a n***a'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 n***a about a crib
Yeah, true, yeah, check this out
I still don't know the fuck n***a who I was shooting at, down 54th Street and 7th Avenue, hah, I mean, Nick got so many capable n***as on
N***a just... N***as just don't know
We got a little miniature graveyard on 46
Yeah, I had fucked the n***as up, check it out, I had drugged this... this hoe man, I drugged this hoe then robbed, man, she tried to hold on to the car
Yeah yeah! Ay, ay, I, I remember when I met your motherfuckin' ass, n***a, you were, you were creepin' like a boxin thang
Oh yeah, I used to get out there and flex, you know what I'm talkin' bout, man, bustin crazy, crazy! Style!
Yeah a ay, check this out
My motherfuckin record is about that motherfuckin long
[Transition]
A-doop doop dooo (Oooouuuh)
A-doop doop daaaaaa (Oooh yeaaah)
A-doop doop dooo (Oooouuuh)
A-doop doop daaaaaa (Oooh yeaaah)
A-doop doop dooo (It taste real gooooood) (Oooouuuh)
A-doop doop daaaaaa (It get you fucked uuuuup) (Oooh yeaaah)
A-doop doop dooo (It's not a wine cooleeeer) (Oooouuuh)
A-doop doop daaaaaa (But it's Cisco insteaaaaaad) (Oooh yeaaah)
A-doop doop dooo (I give it to the bitcheeeeees) (Oooouuuh)
A-doop doop daaaaaa (And then they give you heaaaaaad) (Oooh yeaaah)
A-doop doop dooo (But don't give 'em too muuuuuuch) (Oooouuuh)
A-doop doop daaaaaa (Or the bitch will throw uuuuuuuup) (Oooh yeaaah)