Chorus:
Fake yappers on these lines breaking all the rap game laws,
only the real can speak on these streets and elaborate on what the pain cause,
all I hear is sex, violence, and drug talk but when a thug walk ya turn into lame broads,
gansta talk could turn into cowardly barks standing in stained draws. (2x)

Stained draws....
Verse:
When my stainless drawed you cats can't spit with a barrel in ya mouth,
ya see recently it's been from N.Y. to red and blue apparel in the South.
Signs throwed up, so my mind throws up when I see cats in Atlanta doing that dance from Cali.,
trying to act hard this week cause last week you was with Tom and Sally working out in Bally's in the Valley.
You suburbanite, yeah you heard me right, could'nt serve these streets so now you decided to serve these mics,
I got ya story in high school at 3 o'clock you were a nerd who pee's in fights.
I'm sick of all these fake mafioso gun toters with all pull and no sparks,
wanna have rough spit with much lip all bull with no heart and cheap talk,
at home studying old videos with Pac' on 106th and Park.
Everybody wanna be G'd up put ya ski's up cause you ain't moving no white son,
not really hard and that's the reason why you can't give ya wife none.
Gangsta don't mean playing the field and having one honey after another,
these chumps think they raw cause of one night stands after they busted the rubber.
Fake cats growing up in the burbs with white picket fences and poodles barking in the yard,
man in this game of life you're a queen so I had no choice but to pull ya card.
Rappers now a days eating beef like they don't believe in the rest of the entree,
but you wannabee's made me reach my peak in this episode without hollering at Dante.
Too much gun talk, man ya'll already breaking my unborn son's heart, I'm trying to build this art with a fun start and eventually develop a trade to make my tongue embark to let my funds walk.
Now all you fakes who speak that block talk and visioned it from behind curtains and blinds,
never knew nothing about baking soda, pots in the kitchen, or working with dimes,
but still blurting ya rhymes the proof will be revealed on you jerks in time.
Keep fantasizing small time and one day we'll make ya dreams reality ya know real vivid,
Fake gangstaz how about laying in the bottom of a lake prankstaz and show the fishes how you tried to live it.

Chorus:
Fake yappers on these lines breaking all the rap game laws,
only the real can speak on these streets and elaborate on what the pain cause,
all I hear is sex, violence, and drug talk but when a thug walk ya turn into lame broads,
gansta talk could turn into cowardly barks standing in stained draws. (2x)

Ad libs:
Chumps, this is hardcore season! Stop fronting, and do you. It's okay if you from around the way with your parents, and went to a private school and all, cause the truth will come nigga.
Smile nigga, you on candid camera, we seen ya life actor. It's real now, I'm pulling profiles son! You ain't no Gotti, isn't he locked up or 6ft. somewhere in NY. RIP Real Gangsta!
Fake Gangstaz, be yourself, we ain't mad b!
ONE!