Fake Rappers Made Me Do It Rick Ross Diss by Reggie Da Hata Lyrics
I'm the new thriller in manilla
My first shots at (Rick Ross) the gorilla
Rap number one fake nigga
Off to Miami point blank to pull the trigga
I'm about to end your rap life
And any other fake rapper who don't get it right
Real only recognize the real
That fake shit you kick Chicago niggers can't feel
We're from the home of the real gangsters
What make you think we wouldn't recognize a prankster
Officer Ricky trying to get tricky
I'm gonna drag your ass thru the mud worst than (50)
I'm gonna be your worst nightmare
Let's see how many of your fake fans really care
Nigga your 15 minutes over due
It's time I break the rap world off with the truth
Let's go to Mr. Roberts Neiborhood
Where childhood for (William Roberts) was all good
A chubby middleclass suburbanite
Far from your average everyday hood life
Your Pops was a cop your Mom had a biz
You got everything you wanted as a kid
Your life was like Theo from the Cosby's
A good kid and rapping was your fucking hobby
For a nigga life couldn't be better
In Catholic High you wore the sweaters with the big letters
Your senior year was in a public school
You got a football scholarship you felt you couldn't lose
That's why you call yourself Rosay
Life comin up for fake (Rick) was Rosay
Now your fans are getting a little bitter
When it's all said and done I'll be cop killer
Officer Ricky I just like to Know?
How in the fuck you go from a C.O.,
To moving motherfucking kilos
But couldn't afford to pay child support to your whore
Your fake ass modern day Scarface
You cried like a bitch on your misdermeaner case
You on some obsession type of shit
Could it be fake (Rick) is an undercover bitch
We know how you got your fame and glory
You had to steal another nigga name and life story
And then you really started gettin weird
You turned around and even jacked the man for his beard
And got the nerve to woof that you're the boss
I guess it's time for your fat ass to pay the cost
A little gasoline and a match
Took a step back and blew up the Maybach
My first shots at (Rick Ross) the gorilla
Rap number one fake nigga
Off to Miami point blank to pull the trigga
I'm about to end your rap life
And any other fake rapper who don't get it right
Real only recognize the real
That fake shit you kick Chicago niggers can't feel
We're from the home of the real gangsters
What make you think we wouldn't recognize a prankster
Officer Ricky trying to get tricky
I'm gonna drag your ass thru the mud worst than (50)
I'm gonna be your worst nightmare
Let's see how many of your fake fans really care
Nigga your 15 minutes over due
It's time I break the rap world off with the truth
Let's go to Mr. Roberts Neiborhood
Where childhood for (William Roberts) was all good
A chubby middleclass suburbanite
Far from your average everyday hood life
Your Pops was a cop your Mom had a biz
You got everything you wanted as a kid
Your life was like Theo from the Cosby's
A good kid and rapping was your fucking hobby
For a nigga life couldn't be better
In Catholic High you wore the sweaters with the big letters
Your senior year was in a public school
You got a football scholarship you felt you couldn't lose
That's why you call yourself Rosay
Life comin up for fake (Rick) was Rosay
Now your fans are getting a little bitter
When it's all said and done I'll be cop killer
Officer Ricky I just like to Know?
How in the fuck you go from a C.O.,
To moving motherfucking kilos
But couldn't afford to pay child support to your whore
Your fake ass modern day Scarface
You cried like a bitch on your misdermeaner case
You on some obsession type of shit
Could it be fake (Rick) is an undercover bitch
We know how you got your fame and glory
You had to steal another nigga name and life story
And then you really started gettin weird
You turned around and even jacked the man for his beard
And got the nerve to woof that you're the boss
I guess it's time for your fat ass to pay the cost
A little gasoline and a match
Took a step back and blew up the Maybach