Fake light from the sun it's driving me mad it's poisoned our good name somebody said the sky's turning red no one can be trusted I want you
near by future Wen I wana nuva ride Gt da whole country shoutin NANA NI Jus bcz u gt 1 tune on da scrn , Y u goin round west wiff Shades on ure face n fake
Never wanted to see it from the bright side I didn't care, I didn't have the time Life is too short to stop and look around All I knew was that I had
all day The Trilateral Commision we dissin Tellin citizens be straight, but like snakes they hissin I'll be damned if I let his song fall to the side
I can feel it that you want more Take your body over to the floor It's much too soon to hit the door Stop Let's make it tonight Don't fake it There'
's verbal assault, on Mobb Sleep, Notorious P.I.G., and several other New York rappers. Jay-Z, from Hawaiian sophie fame, fake little whatever, and several
[Intro: 2Pac] So I fucked your bitch You fat mutha-fucka {take money} West side Bad boy killers {take money} You know who the realist is Niggas we bring
's inside and i swear on my life i will always be there by your side i will always be there by your side i will always be there by your side
You’re more then what you make yourself to be You’re holding back a side we've yet to see You’re buried six feet deep and no one cares Ill show you how
're special I don't think you're cool You're just probably alreyt, but under these lights you look beautiful But I'm struggling, I can't see through your fake
high I don't get high, don't even know what I got weed for people I'm in beast mode, why'd you think I got these teeth for why do I rep that east side
dead some gone behind bars Suh right now real ghetto youths dont fear police cars Experience teaches knowledge I graduate from the the street side
make you have a ball, Styles start consiveing causeing you to meditate, Manipulate the mind with hypnotic modern state, We far from the fakes, We never fake
t no stopping this movement, you lose on the real Cause we keeping it trill, that's from ashes to dust We got paper to make and fake nigga's asses to
How you gonna stay by my side? If you ain't gett'in it / I'm about to roll you right Like a dodgy blunt (ho) – pick'in thrown off the side [Chorus:]
goes Change your looks and change your clothes Get in where you fit in play by the rules Masturbating with the fools Play the game, choose a side Learn
car window on the passenger side, She be leanin' over to me tellin' me I can't rely on anything in this world, With the tear drops fallin' from her fake
I act up (repeat 2x) It’s a quarter to eight, I’m not finished my plate I got a phone call to make, my niggaz tell me it’s fake Oh what a mistake, here
