| Fake, Fake Records | |
| Uh, uh, uh, 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
| Uh, uh, 1, 2, 1, 2, uh, uh | |
| All my dogs | |
| It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip | |
| It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop | |
| Uh, one thing 'bout music when it hit you feel no pain | |
| White folks says it controls your brain I know better than that | |
| That's game and we ready for that two soldiers head of the pack | |
| Matter of fact who got the gat? And where my army at? | |
| Rather attack than not react back the beats it don't reflect | |
| On how many records get sold on sex, drugs, and rock and roll | |
| Whether your project's put on hold in the real world | |
| These just people with ideas they just like me and you | |
| When the smoke and camera disappear again the real world | |
| (World) | |
| It's bigger than all these fake ass records | |
| When poor folks got the millions and my woman's disrespected | |
| If you check 1, 2 my word of advice to you is just relax | |
| Just do what you got to do if that don't work then kick the facts | |
| If you a fighter, rider, lighter, flame igniter, crowd exciter | |
| Or you wanna just get high then just say it | |
| But then if you a liar-liar, pants on fire | |
| Wolf-cry agent with a wire I'm gon' know it when I play it | |
| It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip | |
| It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop | |
| Uh, who shot Biggie Smalls if we don't get them | |
| They gonna get us all I'm down for runnin' up on them | |
| Crackers in they city hall we ride for y'all | |
| All my dogs stay real nigga don't think these record deals | |
| Gonna feed your seeds and pay your bills because they not | |
| MCs get a little bit of love and think they hot | |
| Talkin' 'bout how much money they got | |
| Nigga all y'all records sound the same | |
| I sick of that fake thug, R & B | |
| Rap scenario all day on the radio | |
| Same scenes in the video | |
| Monotonous material y'all don't here me though | |
| These record labels slang our tapes like dope | |
| You can be next in line, and signed | |
| And still be writing rhymes and broke | |
| You would rather have a Lexus or justice | |
| A dream or some substance, a Beamer, a necklace or freedom | |
| Still a nigga like me don't playa' hate I just stay awake | |
| This real hip-hop, and it don't stop | |
| 'Til we get the po-po off the block, they call it | |
| Hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip | |
| It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip | |
| It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip | |
| It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop | |
| DP's got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up | |
| John Blaze'd and shit what | |
| Uh, DP's got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up | |
| John Blaze'd and shit | |
| Uh, DP's got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up | |
| John Blaze'd and shit | |
| 1, 2, 1, 2 | |
| Uh, DP's got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up | |
| John Blaze'd and shit | |
| Uh, DP's got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up | |
| They call it | |
| Fake, Fake, Fake Records |