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won't let nobody own me

Y'all niggas know my nickname
Like Birdman knows Rich Gang
I'm making the funk like Rick James
You're fakin' the funk like

player
You steady be fakin' in shit
You steady be hatin' on the nigga
You steady be fakin' the funk
Like you don't know that I'm the nigga
Get yo mind

when the tank come
Bump gums but ain't say none when the day come
Laid up, y'all mistaking the flavor get a K-Cup
Fakin' the funk, eggin' em on, gas

around niggas
They fakin' the funk , they ain't really legit
I watch my surroundings, I know that they plotting
They waiting on me to slip

I ain't fearing

well, you talkin' Sinn and Draz
We porno with the flow, but just don't tell our mom and dad
Fakin' no funk, cause I spit from the Main Source
My heart

from the jail phone
Niggas fakin' the funk, like they live that
Niggas cappin' on work like they did that
That fuck nigga move wrong, he get shit splatt

of punks 
But these mother fuckin' faggots ain't about it they just fakin' the funk 
Like a zip would count as weight in the trunk 
I be workin hard 
No sick

the cadence The fear in me is forsaken
My greatness is reawakened The light in me, I embrace it
I dim that shit on occasion Only cause I be fakin
The funk

huh
Now they fakin' with the funk, they ain't even smoke
Man back when Edgar had the crumbs

Now they actin' like they smoke, but they wanna be some

tummy
Can't say what I did, but I did it for the money
Can't trap where you stay, boy don't be a dummy
Fakin the funk, you niggas funny
Don't hit my

trippin' 
Not like these niggas, they fake as the fuck
I'm not like these niggas, they fakin' the funk 
I'm not like these niggas, they don't get no funds

Come on Y'all

Rottin Razkals

Rottin ta da Core

1995

the Glock pop
I knock the fluid out your mouth and watch it drip (drop)
'cause I ain't fakin the funk, you silly chump
I'll be high of that skunk 
I mean,

Superbad

The Beatnuts

Street Level [Deluxe Edition]

1994

See niggas fakin' just hangin' with the funk
But in old eyed junk can always swant with the funk
Check it, trunks get popped in the nick of time
SO you

on my plate
I had to wait, it's part of the prophecy (I did)
Never been one of them ones 
Who's fakin' the funk, I'm just who I wanna be (uh)
I'ma

movin' it's on now
Making it punk loud
Shaking the buck wild
Rapin' the punk style
Fakin' the funk pal
Dunk watch the punk
What now? Watch your battleship

league
Funk fakin til yall get on, easily spot ya scheme
Tryna stand out, never ass kissin, duckin handouts
Arts and craft shit I quit my job now what

and bangin
Roaches will get sprayed
(you will get Sprayed yeeeaaaa)

Too many niggas be out fakin the funk
Fuckin around wit Boss you won't
Make it

the bump so I'm lacing it up and we savin the day 
Whack emcees hella bunk don't give them the mic I take it away 
These Rappers is punks they fakin the funk

on nothin'
Bitch are you dumb?
I done seen a couple dark places
Feens smokin' in them staircases
Niggas shot over funk fakin'
Bitches creepin' while you money

like Anthony Tiffith
I gotta roll with the punch whoopee cushion
All these niggas out here fakin' the funk
Swimmin' in debt, well damn
That's how you end

ur petty style I’ll blow apart 
But instead I rather be kickin the type of rhymes that u could bump lyrical verses u be quotin cuz I never be fakin

Counterfeit

Limp Bizkit

Three Dollar Bill Y'All

1997

bites but that's what life is 
Pitiful you, your hideous behaviour 
Hate what God gave ya, fakin' all the flava 

Artificial minds seekin' out the new

Counterfeit [Album Version]

Limp Bizkit

Three Dollar Bill Y'All

1997

bites but that's what life is 
Pitiful you, your hideous behaviour 
Hate what God gave ya, fakin' all the flava 

Artificial minds seekin' out the new

Your brain is numbin', off them hot slugs that are hummin'
Suckas loud mouth, fakin' all the funk
Loud mouth mre for a cent, and I'm tearin' shit up