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Yeah Check it out If you're fake, you're fake If you're whack, you're whack If you're hot, you're hot Most you rap cats don't appeal to me Lot of y'all think say you keep it real, but y'all ain't real to me Mack 10, Ice Cube, WC Y'all niggas make me laugh, double long on WB Coolio, you so whack you disgust me Most rappers on the west coast don't even like you-trust me And E-40 I gotta talk about you You're styles are so annoying, I just wanna smack the shit out you And Snoop, I don't know where to begin It should be a sin to be a millionare and be so thin But on the real, when you first got a deal, you was the man I swear to God Snoop, I used to be your fan What happened? Now everything you make SUCKS Now you're just all these other commercial dumbfucks MC Ren, I respect you kid But your style kind of died...when Eazy-E did [Chorus] SongtexteIf you're fake, you're fake Real niggas know If you're whack, you're whack Real niggas know If you're hot, you're hot Real niggas know the truth, real niggas know the truth [Repeat all] Foxy Brown, who the hell gave you that name? I saw you in Harlem, you looked like a dude-fuck game It's a shame trying to gain fame as a hoe You're the same as the other hoe But came in the game for the dough And NORE, I never liked you and Capone But I can't front on your album, you sound better alone And I don't really mean to diss you cuz you really seem cool But most of your rhymes sound like you never finished school DMX, no doubt you got raps own But the way you stress you're the best, your head's a little to blown You kill me with all that dog barking gimmick crap But KRS-ONE already put a song about gimmicks on the map Canibus, you red hot 97 On a scale of 1 to 10, we all said 11 DMX got a 9, NORE a 6 I'm glad you left Wyclef alone, cuz you cats didn't mix Mase, you came in with DMX and the Lox But now, you sound more R&B then Deborah Cox You represent Harlem, but Harlem don't respect you And if those rumors are true, you better get someone to protect you [Chorus] Will Smith, now you know damn well The only air you belong on is the one in Bel Even though I don't like you, I don't hate you I hate when award shows let you win, none the less nominate you Onyx, I love y'all, but I gotta pull your car You gotta be soft, cause you act too hard Big Daddy Kane, I get raw off the ?? but you sold When you came out with that black, beautiful and the bold You hurtin, and most of your fans I'm glad you're back out keeping it real, please keep it in your pants Charli Baltimore, you need more then just luck Cause you suck, and I really mean you suck Cam'ron, your first joint was off the hook And I liked a lot of songs off your album, but look Horse and Carriage fucked me up, that shit was whack And the remix had nothing to do with that track But I don't blame you, believe me, I know the game Record labels hardly give creative control and it's a shame Look at McGruff his album was aiight But the cats he signed with can't even push his shit right [Chorus x2] If you're fake your fake, If you're whack you're whack, If you're hot you're hot If you're fake you're fake fake fake fake fake fake fake fake [fade until end] Aus Songtexte Mania