Separated (Real From The Fake)

[Verse 1: Havoc] We all gathered here today to say goodbye to the lies bitch Hammer hit a nigga face, got him talking high pitch Falsetto like you belong in a pair of stilettos You drinking a woman’s drink, I’m on that hennessy level You sounding real sentimental, and soft in your hooks Can’t believe how this nigga dress I get nauseous when I look 20 20 vision but had to take another look Who would've thought it was fiction like the motherfucking book Keep, using them 48 laws wrong get murked You used to spit bars but now you just churp Like a love bird, and most of your album is for the love birds Son be wilding, I keep it a thousand You trying on blouses Prove a nigga wrong, put your money where you mouth is What happened to the principles, your style not about shit This is what you call beef, I’m about to take a cowshit [Hook: Havoc - x2] Separate the real from the fake The fake from the real Wipe that little smirk off your grill Niggas must be sniffing out the bills Out ya motherfucking mind You probably popped too many pills And when we bring it to you all you probably do is squeal [Bridge: Ferg Brim] (And when we bring it to you) The fear run through you And paralyze thoughts, homie I'm too boss You done woke a sleeping giant prepare to get dwarfed [Verse 2: Havoc] Just liability so I gotta write you off And toss to the side, ya hide is too soft You pussy like clitoris You addicted to the dickriding and can't get off it Turn your children to orphans Fuck outta here, you my offspring Gave you that life that you talking QB till my motherfucking coffin Burning that sour till I'm coughin' And high as a plane, I'm just riding my lane It's not broke, why fix it? Why the fuck would I change? Spit the shit that go inside a nigga vein Pictures all me in my crib cause I'm vain Tired of imposters, take 'em off the rosters Then I be at your door with the motherfucking choppers [Hook: Havoc - x2]