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Don't Be Fake Lyrics - Thugs Revenge - Bizzy Bone

[Intro] 

Yeah, yeah we gon' beat these demons down within the mind 

with the sound within the mind, beat on this shit 

C'mon now let's get this shit together 

C'mon, beat this shit down baby 

Well let me show you how the Midwest rocks, west rocks 

Well let me show you how this Midwest rocks, west rocks 

Let me show you how this Midwest rocks 

We gon' get this motherfuckin money young'n, what nigga! Hahaha 

 

[Bizzy Bone] 

I was rollin the I-80, holdin the vibe baby 

Police up in this bitch, you know they hate me 

With a motherfucker to search me, and a motherfucker to curse me 

And it all end up to them walkin it like you not dirty birdy 

Bringin it most certainly, you don't want me, quit frontin 

Ol' hater hater hater hater, quit stuntin 

Plain and simply bluntin, nothin for nothin that equals nothin 

And I'm still walkin and needin that somethin 

Vision a perfect woman, a vision of perfect women 

Ch-ch-check out my melody, check-check out my rhythm 

Inspiration is God, spiritually we can see 

In the name of our Lord and savior Jesus Christ, it's whatever you need 

Break bread so the demons can eat 

Handle my money like Yvonna, it's just me the G 

Call it what'chu wanna call it, feel me I'm in a venna{?} 

Shut up so you can get some real manner 

My momma my Rosanna-anna, just me and my Joanna 

Hey, pick up yo' stamina, hit 'em like wow 

You know I love my style, I'm not a faker I'm the real 

I'm walkin in my sins in this precious metal and steel 

 

[Chorus 2X: Bizzy Bone] 

Now do you want me? Don't be fake 

And don't have the nerve to try to play me like you're real 

I'm tryin to eat off the plate, baby please peace be still 

Thou shall not kill, we in the belly of the beast 

 

[Bizzy Bone] 

It was a setup, motherfucker don't ever think I let up 

I peeped out of every movement when you get up 

For the woman that never loved me, only just to wipe away my smile 

Was it jealousy? Mad cause my hair was wild? 

Ain't no vanity, never was surrounded by no enemies 

One glass of Hennessy, mind on the trinity 

Heavenly, somebody got pissed, at the caucus 

Give me a leaf and let me break down college studies and collars 

Ballers, shot callers, I'm comin up 

Dug up, up out the grave, now pay attention to the thug 

Can you try that? Fellamina, Robert and Masadonia 

Bryon never forget bitch, can you buy that? 

Plus the one that I gave you, a real diamond, no cubic zirconia 

Headed for Mariah like it's right around the corner soldier 

Shanaya said it best, I guess it's war 

So what the fuck you think I landed on this fuckin planet for? 

Now keep the lust, eat the coochie cause I know that steez 

I heard you say that you was lovin but you said it while they dissin me 

Dissin me, dissin me.. why they dissin me? Fuckin crazy 

 

[Chorus] 

 

[Bizzy Bone] 

When it's, said and done, one we still standin 

Haters'll never find me, no matter how they demand it 

Pay dues, pay price, pay more than thrice 

Don't get mad when I pop up with ice - little haters 

Alligator snake skin, serpent with yo' fake skin 

Wanna be a man, be a man than me 

I'm a child of God, and you can call it if you wanna 

Homeboy grab girly if you wanna 

But he won't even claim her, fuckin same dude tryna frame us 

Bitch please, I'm already famous it's stuck in the danger 

Never cry, I know the Lord is the greatest 

He in secret, you don't need to be searchin 

No hatred, cause I'm a soldier for the Lord 

Wise, and I'm humble with that double edge sword 

 

(Hahaha, it's that "Thugs Revenge" mo' murda) 

 

[Chorus] 

 

[ad libs to the end] 

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