Yeah I'm pissed off A can of whoop-ass, twist the lid off You fake Tony Sopranos, fucking ripoffs These punks are fictitious, fake dogs, and big bitches I've seen a fucker's head fly off for a pack of Skittles Suburuban boy but the city ain't far From little all know would the street With drugs and gangsters filled with I played Mister Nice Guy for a years, kept it cool Laid low, I told people I never even kept a tool Act like I never used a gun, I played stupid You never let em know who and what you can do, stupid They ain't tough it's a gimmick, they don't live it It's a reenactment, actors, cameras flashing, action 'Cause real thugs don't say shit, they just spray shit Leave you on the pavement with your brains hangin' Missin', somewhere in Lake Michigan Probably the park where you're fishin' in I smell phonies from a mile away, I smell fish again Goddammit