Fake MC's

(MCs been caught to ensure their safety.. lately) Rest in peace Guru [Hook] Fake MC, they always have cars But won’t walk the streets without their bodyguards I hate fake MCs, they always have cars But won’t walk the streets without their bodyguards [Verse 1] Yea, bodyguards blockin’ off the whole scenery Ain’t nothing but about you boys, it what it seems to me You a gangsta? Then why you scared to walk the streets alone? And why you talk so tough when on the microphone? My nigga sell coke, my nigga sell king You got an education, boy that’s a damn shame Intelligence, knowledge, both will set you free Now lock you there like a slave, not how it s’posed to be But you a G, but you never spent one night in holding You buyin’ guns, never shootin’, man now where you’re goin’? With this lunacy, tuner be buffoonery You something to laugh at, nothing but a fool to me You little niggas could’ve never went to school with me 14 years old, I was snatching jewelry On the corners with the pipes, lifers You people list Julia Louise Dreyfus [Hook] [Verse 2] Yea, I pick your moves, that ain’t how G’s handle business Fake MCS be actin’ like some lil bitches Something smells fishy, yea, real suspicious You lookin’ real sweet, real delicious It’s a shame, couple cast nice rappers Throw a punch then hide behind a linebacker You’re not here to have the hardcore city life You can hit the studio and have some new shit to write You drinkin’ too much of that purple shit Two years ago you was on that herbal shit Last year, niggas was emo But this year, they sticking to the G code [Hook] [Verse 3] I’ve been around, punk, but I still sound young Respect us, I snatch your heart like a necklace Runnin’ niggas over then I scratch ‘em off my check list Was doubles as a guest list, I got a death wish For fuck boys who act like they bust toys You ain’t a crook son, you’s a shook one And it looks fun every time jewels get took from a rapper While he just stand there and look dumb I won’t expose your name or your identity You the one with bodyguards in close proximity Hidin’ behind them, throwin’ a bottle of Hennessey At your enemies I pity you and you envy me But a fake MC could never be friends with me I can’t be around that kind of energy I pop up in a cloud of marijuana To bust hoes in the cool persona Been dinin’ with a pool of piranhas Niggas are sweeter than Willy Wanka I see ‘em and I really wanna stomp ya [Hook] [Outro] I hate fake MCs, they always have cars Not a sucker so I don’t need a bodyguard Fake MCs, they always have cars Yea, I’m not a sucker so I don’t need a bodyguard I hate fake MCs, they always have cars Yea, I’m not a sucker so I don’t need a bodyguard Fake MCs, they always have cars Yea, I’m not a sucker so I don’t need a bodyguard Huh bodyguard, bodyguard Yo! Shout out to the real MCs who never sleep with bodyguards You know what I’m sayin? Mos Def, Kweli, Black Thought...