[Intro: Luke]
Yo this is a record about stars tryna be stars
Stars fakin like gangstas, gangstas fakin like stars
Stars want to be stars but they really pranksters
So I had to go get my man JT cause we the only true two ex-cons on staff
So we could tell it to you straight and not fake
Yo JT, kick it

[Verse One: JT Money]
Picture a nigga that's raw as me
The motherfuckin J to T
Tired of niggas saying how bad they are
Fronting like ganstas but I call them Gang-stars
Stars that want to be gangsters
But I'm from the real side not like Jeckyll and Hyde
Bad boys on stage, fuck niggas on the street
See now, that ain't me
Example, niggas go to concerts pumped up
Next thing you know, the niggas gettin chumped up
And they don't look so tough to me
I guess niggas ain't the same on and off TV
But not me, I grab the mic and shoot game
And on the streets it's the same motherfucking thang
See I pop no bullshit
If you offended wear it if the motherfucking shoe fits
But don't have two left feet
Fuck around get your shit split to the white meat
Cause y'all ain't nothing but pranksters
Fuck niggas, you faking like gangstas

[Luke]
I can't stand a nigga talking bout he a gangsta
Nigga ain't nothing but a motherfuckin pranksta
Nigga ain't never been to jail
Nigga ain't never took the gat and really dropped a nigga
Nigga just talking about dropping a nigga
Cause he saw another nigga drop a nigga on TV
Yo JT, yo tell these niggas about two

[Verse 2: JT Money]
Example two, the neighborhood chump Andy Gump
Came across a sawed off pump
I guess the nigga's no longer a punk
Cause now he talks shit and quick to pop the trunk
Young nigga turned bad over night
Maybe that dust hit got his ass hype
Walking around with a unit on his face
Hanging with the big boys smoking lace
But his wall ain't up to date
And I hate fuck niggas who perpetrate
Like niggas makin' love songs first
Next time you see em, all they do is curse
Talkin bout all the niggas they killed
First they was lovers, now they tryna be real
And for the other nigga talkin' this-and-that
About kids hearin' all this on the rap
And for the ones talking 'bout the white man
Ever told your fans who's your boss, man?
I guess that makes y'all prankstas
Fuck niggas, you fakin like gangstas

[Luke]
Fuck niggas y'all got me worried, yes y'all do, y'all got a nigga worried
'Cause first of all, y'all niggas talkin all this black shit, black this black that
The white man's still collecting y'all money
Y'all ain't told yo' motherfucking fans that, huh?
It's a whole list of y'all fuck niggas who getting it like that

"Real niggas" Faking like gangstas
"Real niggas" Faking like gangstas
"You guys know who I'm talking to"

[Verse 3: JT Money]
None of them fuck niggas ever did time
But while it's on my mind
We got up 4 in the morning for cold eggs and grits
Jim Jones and doo-doo on a stick
Niggas had to eat this shit everyday
And one nigga got shanked over a tray
So you gotta have your set up to date
While niggas be scrapping for a place
And nobody snitches
Cause snitches get stiches for talking like bitches
They wouldn't last cause they prankstas
Cunt niggas faking like gangstas

[Luke, JT Money]
Hahaha, yo, yo JT, tell these fuck niggas about one of your real capers, my nigga
True, ain't never one of these fuck niggas ever stood out in front of a nigga's crib at 2 o'clock in the mornin' in the rain in the middle of December
Imagine how I throw that shit away for a nigga about a crib
Yeah, true, yeah, check this out
I still don't know the fuck nigga who I was shooting at, down 54th Street and 7th Avenue, hah, I mean, Nick got so many capable niggas on
Nigga just... Niggas just don't know
We got a little miniature graveyard on 46
Yeah, I had fucked the niggas up, check it out, I had drugged this... this hoe man, I drugged this hoe then robbed, man, she tried to hold on to the car
Yeah yeah! Ay, ay, I, I remember when I met your motherfuckin' ass, nigga, you were, you were creepin' like a boxin thang
Oh yeah, I used to get out there and flex, you know what I'm talkin' bout, man, bustin crazy, crazy! Style!
Yeah a ay, check this out
My motherfuckin record is about that motherfuckin long

[Transition]
A-doop doop dooo (Oooouuuh)
A-doop doop daaaaaa (Oooh yeaaah)
A-doop doop dooo (Oooouuuh)
A-doop doop daaaaaa (Oooh yeaaah)
A-doop doop dooo (It taste real gooooood) (Oooouuuh)
A-doop doop daaaaaa (It get you fucked uuuuup) (Oooh yeaaah)
A-doop doop dooo (It's not a wine cooleeeer) (Oooouuuh)
A-doop doop daaaaaa (But it's Cisco insteaaaaaad) (Oooh yeaaah)
A-doop doop dooo (I give it to the bitcheeeeees) (Oooouuuh)
A-doop doop daaaaaa (And then they give you heaaaaaad) (Oooh yeaaah)
A-doop doop dooo (But don't give 'em too muuuuuuch) (Oooouuuh)
A-doop doop daaaaaa (Or the bitch will throw uuuuuuuup) (Oooh yeaaah)