a lie.. And you're playing out your game again Why are you never on my side, And your telling me I should forget you Come on the guy's a fake What
's a lie And you're playing out your game again Why are you never on my side And you're telling me I should forget you Come on, the guys a fake, what
Traduction: The Frames. Faux.
in Beast mode, beast mode Give me those beats I eat those All day I don't sleep no I don't even know what I got sheets for Them pillow cases and bed frames
[Trae] I never been a thug, till I graduated to one And never shot a slug, till I got my hands on a gun These niggas be fraud and fake, and ain't never
Trae] I never been a thug, till I graduated to one And never shot a slug, till I got my hands on a gun These niggas be fraud and fake, and ain't never
that P.U.D All them other niggaz act like it, but he's my G I sit and watch, as my home boys show me they fake love I'm your partna, why I come second
my foes run Nigga keeps comin when they can't slip Full of that shit, another hit from Tha' Lunatic [Stretch] Yeah, fuck that God! Word up Blowin niggaz out the motherfuckin frame
lesson to emcee fakes) (To sucka emcee's I'm just plain terror) (It's a lyrical lesson to emcee fakes) (Genuine genius, of rap warfare) My lyrics snap
I orchestrate tapes to torture fakes on your door dates And formulate, sound escapes the ground snakes in town lakes Heavy hammer swings pound fakes
let out, all of the launch yet That's why ya plams sweatin', you fake bitch I'm strong like Iron Mike Tyse in eight six You fake snitch, you get slashed
like, "Damn! I better get a resource" I'll overpower three-fourths of your police force You're talkin to a fugitive who'll serve your crew fake his own
doing this for hip hop I'm coming after you, him and his spot Still tied to the streets like a ish knot Ain't nothing fake, I'm not a Rolly with a tick
