[Intro: Luke]
Yo this is a record about stars fakin' like gangstas
Gangstas trying to be stars
Stars wanting to be gangstas 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
Ayo, JT, kick it

[Verse 1: 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 gangstas but I call 'em Gang-stars
Stars that want to be gangsters
But I'm from the real side not like Jekyll and Hyde
Bad boys don't stay fuck n***as on the street
You see that ain't me
Example n***as go to concerts fucked up
The 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 motherfuckin' thang
See I pop no bullshit
If you offended wear it if the motherfucking shoe fits
But still 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 faking like ganstas
[Bridge: Luke]
I can't stand a n***a talking about a gangsta
N***a ain't nothing but a motherfuckin' prangsta
N***a ain't never been to jail
Bigga 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
Ayo, JT, kick example 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 chump
'Cause now he talk shit and quick to pop the trunk
Young n***a got bad over night
Maybe that dumb shit 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 the n***as they kill
First they was lovers, now they trying be real
And for the ones talking 'bout the white man
Ever told your fans who's your bossman?
I guess that makes y'all prankstas
Fuck n***as fakin' like gangstas
[Bridge: Luke]
Fuck n***as, you got me worried
Yes, you got me worried
Because first of all
Y'all talkin' this black shit, black this black that
The white man's still collecting yo motherfucking paycheck
You ain't told yo motherfucking fans that
It's a whole different tale about n***as who getting it like this

(Real n***as) Faking like gangstas
(Real n***as) Faking like gangstas
You guys know who I'm talking to, oh! (N.W.A)

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