Artist: DJ Premier & Bumpy Knuckles Album: StOoDiOtYmE EP Song: Fake Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com [Intro] Yeah.. This one goes out.. (WO-O-O-O-O-O-O-O!) ..to all the fake niggaz I ain't gon' never stop doin fake nigga records (NEVER!) We gotta keep doin fake nigga records Records about fake niggaz (Hahaha!) Word up! Gotta keep 'em alert, stay alert! Word up, it's Bump [Bumpy Knuckles] I feel arrogant, doin this record f'real, no joke Cause y'all know I'm gon' body it so dope I came through the game and built me an intake But trust me, I put out mad times for friend fakes Fake friends, y'all get it, you should understand Your enemy could shake ya hand, and you'll never know it Unless you're Bumpy Knuckles, the clever poet {DJ Premier cuts and scratches: "Are you READY??"} Keep flowin, yo! Niggaz right now sayin, "Is he talkin 'bout me?" Those are the niggaz that are foul My real niggaz understand my style, so they sittin back laughin like, "That nigga Bumpy wild! Heh-heh, WILD!" Niggaz all talkin like they the best, the best what? BALL - RIDER - FLOW - BITER You're no writer, I come holdin one like the old tiger {DJ Premier cuts and scratches: "And ya don't stop"} Feel me, I told Preemo I was doper than the rest of 'em They all know I am, I vocaled with the best of them Bumpy rhyme dope, but no one would invest in him Cause he came to meetings with a gun, and a vest with him No tough talkin from these clowns, they don't mess with 'em Bump'll send his head through the wall, send his chest with 'em Labels rejected him, fans they requested him Rappers to the stage, if they live, I'm RESTIN 'em {DJ Premier cuts and scratches: "How you like me now?"} Y'all know them niggaz that'll smile in your face and show love But the hug feel funny, heh, wassup money? You really only come around when I'm spendin money When I was fucked up, you was actin funny - wassup money?! You know them niggaz who think you don't know 'em But they praise you in your face, behind your back knife throwin Pillow talkin, I'm pimpin, she hoein You stupid on Cupid, talkin like a sucker to a dick sucker who always come back and tell on you dumb motherfuckers, y'all suckas Butt lickers - yes, she told me that too! Ya gangsta's like make-up, removable Like a clown in the circus, you've been played again Like a clown in the circus, had to say it again [Chorus] Hey... my nigga! (Word up!) You so fuckin fake, hey my nigga! YO! You fake! (What's good!) You so fuckin fake, hey my nigga! (Yeah!) You fake! (You know it!) You so fuckin fake, hey my nigga! (Hahaha!) I know it! Yo, niggaz is faaaaaake! (WOOO~!) [Bumpy Knuckles] I turn the mic on and rock when I'm pissed off A rhymebook, cause my Blackberry chip soft Plus I'm a writer, not a typer like a secretary Super-cyber nigga, that's unnecessary It's kinda scary how the game changed, ain't it? Black with his face painted, my moms fainted like, "Lawd, these chirrens done lost they minds But I'm glad I ain't lost all mine My oldest daughter workin all the time Fred is still makin them rhymes Prayin for me, fightin off the deva'" Cause of moms, I'm a whole 'nother level with a mic, I'm a rebel, treble, bass, in your face (Word up) Bass, in your face (Ha..) Bass, in your face Premier, Premier, word up..