(intro) it's a dis track / for all you wannabeez that spit raps / like a present its a gift wrap / from JF i'm bout click-clack / ya get that.
• my city's full of wannabeez and funny style rappers / dirty looking brothers and some trailer park crackers / acting like they're balling when they're really just snitching / married to a fat girl but acting like they're pimping / softer than a pillow but pretending like they're killers - i hate when whites and mexicans use the word nigga...it really is a shame - acting like they'll take your girlfriend but they aint got no game...yo faker yo / keep acting like your brother lynch and we'll see how far you go...you really aint from no gang /boy you really are not insane / what you really are is just lame.
(chorus) way to many fakers around here / way to many faker m.c's from around here / way to many cracker m.c's around here / i'm the only cracker m.c. that'll keep it real / there's way to many posers, posers, posers / way to many fakers, fakers, fakers / way to many posers, posers, posers / way to many fakers, fakers, fakers yeah / your a copy cat / you aint biggie or tupac / acting like your dealing but your smoking all your crack / your a copy cat / you aint biggie or tupac / musically your garbage so i'm taking out the trash.
•if your in it just to blow up then it shows up in your music - all you clones and you copycats really shouldn't do it / all you ever talk about is from imagination - and your sound is like a really bad black market imitation / if rapping doesn't feed the kids fill out an application / you need to go and find a job or get an education...it really is a shame - all that chronic that you smoking got you living in a dream...your wack and it shows / your timings off and your beats are weak and you rap through your nose...you really aint got no dough / boy you really aint got no hoes / what you really are is just broke.
(repeat chorus)