P. Diddy (Puff Daddy) - On Top lyrics

Death to the fake who be faking about they stake and mistaken that

EMANON is not flexing the raw

Real recognize that whenever we enterprise we enter to mesmorize

All the suckers and y'all

Better be giving props in the proper manner but man I don't understand

How so many crews be coming out wack

But I guess it don't really matter about the latter they manufacture

A weak production matter of fact

Let me get to begin in on this and get to spitting in on this

The name is Aloe Blacc and yes I come from the Oooo

Range down in between the LA and the SD where the people be testy

Because they plastic you know

Major problem is that they spoiling all of they kids with they money

Instead of making them work hard for the dough

But anyway they probably won't never say what I say

Because they too scared to admit they might becoming PSEUDO!

There are so many

Fake ass wannabes

Far as eye could see

Why can't they be real

We are turning (psuedo)

Everybody's becoming (psuedo)

Nature's dead (psuedo)

So are we (psuedo)

Everybody wants to be (psuedo)

Answer me this, what's the point of popping the crys

If they ain't paying you to pop it up inside your lyrics

Answer me this what's the point of popping the gats

All up in your raps when on the streets you ain't even strapped

Answer me this yo why you gotta spit about drugs

Slanging in your rhymes you know lying you aint a thug

Answer me this you came up cause your homey was signed

So why trying to act like you could bust raps you can't rhyme

You a pseudo psycho I might go and broadcast a

A documentary about your fake ass you won't last

Because the people be seeing through all that plastic

Take off the packaging sucka come out with some fat shit

That's it, don't even speak a word on the mic

If it ain't true to how you live and verified to your life

‘Cause you a pseudo psycho I might go and broadcast a

A documentary about your fake ass with no class