Lyrics:
Fake Book

'em on the floor From your grubby hands, as you hand the grand stand You live a shitty life, we live the bonne, bonne vie Hotter than the book, while

the type? Then a music called hip-hop came along and saved my life I had a story to tell about my knowledge of hell $2.50 for a book, listen and look

I wanna be) Be, b-boys and girls, listen again This is for grown looking girls who's only ten The ones who watch videos and do what they see As cute as can be, up in the club with fake

on the daily mission Keep your distance from the flames Maybe you can survive, forever and a day Hell, yeah, got me flippin' in the North Coast Remember me, the crook who wrote the book

t steel rabbit For all y'all niggas talking that shit, I'm still strapping Will I strapp ya? Niggas with all that hot capit Niggas packin' in fake and

got nothing in common f-ck that and thats just common sense what the [Pusha T] Came in the game, 8 years prior 8 years later, your mans on fire My Book

hama For Armageddon, I'm getting armed plus armor The comma of matter on the rise like a tip In the southside diner Your preference to the book that likes

talking to you And I knew then it would be A life long thing But I didn't know that we We could break a silver lining And I'm so sad like a good book

's party time Without a doubt I'm coming back and I would do it again You can take away my beat and touch my pen My name is short that's a fake because