Fake MCs - Ghetts

G-G-G-G-H ain’t one of these fake MC’s, my bars are the truth

I got no PhD but I’mma be away eventually, I’m a star in the booth

Go round town asking the youth who’s doing this ting

It’s G-H-E double T and O, my mind works, how it’s so diverse

Why work when the fiends wanna buy work?

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I can see trouble ahead

I live life in a tunnel of death

It’s amazing I’m alive still

Ain’t aiming a 9 mill

Paving for a nice meal

I been patient and temptation is too much now

How can a man resist luxury?

I wanna know where the paper’s at

But I’ll be pissed if it’s custody

If a couple of Feds come for me

Then it’s back door stylie

But the back door might be covered already

And if so then escape’s impossible

But I keep optimistic I ain’t letting them stop my business

Let them in, «There's nothing illegal here

I ain’t got nothing to hide, it’s so obvious

Officer look, that’s all in my past

I’mma sign autographs, of course I’m a star

Performing’s an art!»

At least two times a day

I come real close to losing my freedom

Taking risks on a daily basis

All I wanna do is make tunes and release them

At least two times a day

I come real close to losing the plot

Taking risks on a daily basis

All I wanna do is put tunes in the shop

G-H ain’t one of these fake MC’s, my bars are the truth

I got no PhD but I’mma be away eventually, I’m a star in the booth

Go round town asking the youth who’s doing this ting

It’s G-H-E double T and O, my mind works, how it’s so diverse

Why work when the fiends wanna by work?

I really can’t stand you fake MC’s

I take laptops when I chase MC’s

I break MC’s over age MC’s

I guess you could say that I hate MC’s

I really can’t stand you fake MC’s

I take laptops when I chase MC’s

I break MC’s over age MC’s

I guess you could say that I hate MC’s

Uh, it’s times like this I don’t wanna be sober

It’s gotta be Jack D’s gotta be cola

Niggas wanna jack me, 'cos I stack Ps like a property owner

There ain’t no stopping me vulture

You won’t eat 'til I’m dead

As long as I’m alive I’ve gotta be a soldier

Ok, you’re probably older

But I know you’re soft like quality sofas

You know my policy, no guy’s robbing me

I’m serious like I don’t like comedy

Police are so devious

They wanna nick a nigga now for an '05 robbery

Don’t try follow me, I don’t like solitary

I hate authority, I’m a law breaker

All I’ll be about is more paper

So don’t ask for a favour, Show me a bader

I’ll make his homie a traitor, make his homie a stranger

Or so his throat don’t see a razor

Everybody knows I’m an uncaged animal

Like everybody knows zoning’s a major

I ain’t a parolee who won’t be a danger

I’m fearless like Steve from Australia

Crocodiles get tamed with the flamer

At least two times a day

I come real close to shooting a nigga

Taking a risk is bait in the bits

But that won’t stop what I’ll do for the figures

At least two times a day

I come real close to shooting a foe

Taking risks is bait in the bits

But that won’t stop what I’ll do for the dough

Different day same regime

22 now, and I feel like there’s nothing I ain’t seen

Wha-gwarn for the rave scene?

It’s like the under 18's are deathtraps

I wouldn’t be shocked to find guns in a play scheme

To tell the truth I expect that

Some have got bodies on their guns

And still ain’t purchased a fresh strap

But on the other hand, some remain clean

Too prang to bang, too dumb to make cream

You ain’t had one war

What you got a gun for?

I’ve done more than you will in a lifetime

It’s real when I write rhymes

I ain’t gotta force it out

I got a nigga who bought an ounce

A year later bought a house

And survived all sorts of droughts

I’m the talk of the town

And I can see niggas walking around

Sporting a frown

I’m sporting a crown

It was meant to be it fits perfect

I spit sick verses, time on my hands

That’s what a little bird did

I never snitched like Curtis

Came out back to the bits

And jumped on the musical wagon

In the hood that’s the usual fashion

For big time rappers

At least two times a day

I come real close to losing my drive

Making hits ain’t making me rich

But that won’t stop what I do the mic

At least two times a day

I come real close to losing my love

Making hits ain’t making me rich

But that won’t stop what I’ll do the dubs