Fake Сats

Spit like pit vipers, I'm venomous. I grip mics like night scopes and laser sights, I'm defending this. These young tykes, they be Showing me what sinning is. I ran the streets at night, twelve years old, Because I hated where my family lived. Still fake cats, they wanna come to me and Reminisce, acting like they killers with they big Ass grins and shit. Talking like they think they Might have ever truly been in this. But if you've ever really known what it's like Broke and penniless, you'd have a thousand yard Stare like the one my homie Ren gets. And when Ren spits, I hear the truth coming Out the mind of a man who's always been This. I'm gonna send this with sick amplitude, My frequency convince shit. Some fools resent this. I keep it real, I never water down or Rinse shit. So when the bass kicks... Fake cats, where you going with that lame act? I bang tracks and I'm known like a plain Fact. Fake cats, where you going with that lame Act? I bang tracks and I'm known like a Plain fact. Fake cats, where you going with that Lame act? I bang tracks and I'm known like A plain fact. Fake cats, where you going with That lame act? Where you going with that lame Act? Living in a world full of fakes and Clowns, where everybody always wanna say they down. Like they been living life hard and all that Shit, but you can tell the fucking difference when A true pimp spit. I'm no punk, talking all That junk, like I've been dumping off bodies in A hoopty trunk. Let's get real and try and Face the facts. If you ain't gutter, then why The fuck you act like that? You need to take that slang up out your Mouth, 'fore a real pimp come and just slap It out. You ain't moving weight or pimping hoes. A real soldier got game to make them drop They clothes. It's Dollar Bill, and my shit's a Fact. I mean I'm real, now what's up with That, biatch? Hey, J-Red, J-Ruiz, Dollar Bill. Straight facts. Fake cats, where you going with that lame act? I bang tracks and I'm known like a plain Fact. Fake cats, where you going with that lame Act? I bang tracks and I'm known like a Plain fact. Fake cats, where you going with that Lame act? I bang tracks and I'm known like A plain fact. Fake cats, where you going with That lame act? Where you going with that lame Act? Тысячи километров, тысячи попутных и встречных Ветров. Но здесь, пацаны, в темени первые годы. Те же манеры, те же ритмы, что и дома. Калифорния, из Сан-Франциско во Фресно. Ищем на карте то место, где песни пишем совместно. Честно, с утра до вечера работа до седьмого пота. По выходным столичная изода. Не учи меня делать погоду. Сколько тебе лет от роду, а? Фальшивые коты завидуют нам. Их план собраться на хате, набухаться в хлам. И бегом по домам, погуляли и хватит. Папа сказал в десять быть в кровати. Fake cats, драные коты. Всем маменькиным сынкам, которые все еще сосут Сиську. Всем тем, кто пытается играть в эту игру Неправильно. Всем, кто завидует. Всем сукам, которые ради того, чтобы на них обратили Внимание, исполняют не в меру. Всем вам скажу, а-а-а, хватит, А! Насмотрелся я в меру на ваши сопли и Вопли. Хочу разбить я вас в руки и ноги. Убогие, клал я на ваши понты. Эй, Fax, как там, скажи? Fake cats, where you going with that lame act? I bang tracks and I'm known like a plain Fact. Fake cats, where you going with that lame Act? I bang tracks and I'm known like a Plain fact. Fake cats, where you going with that Lame act? I bang tracks and I'm known like A plain fact. Fake cats, where you going with That lame act? Where you going with that lame act? Fake cats, where you going with that lame act? I bang tracks and I'm known like a plain Fact. Fake cats, where you going with that lame Act? I bang tracks and I'm known like a Plain fact. Fake cats, where going with that lame Act? I bang tracks and I'm known like a Plain fact. Fake cats, where you going with that Lame act? Where you going with that lame act?