Fake Love (Yes Men)

[Prodduced by: Statik Selektah]

[Intro: Good Brotha]

Fakin hate yes men

Yes, yo, yeah

I hate fake love

Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Reks]

Yes, I confess, I seen a lot of love

But I seen a lot of fake I, seen a lot of frauds

Seen a lot of "I want" plus a lot of "can I have?"

Can you please tell me why these rappers is gassed?

Your whole team and you front like you got his back

But frontin is a hab', I mean stuntin (is a habit)

You would say he nice when he really ain't have it

He was just alright but you would say he smashed it

You would do his ad libs

All in the picture, get ya palms in the mixture, callin all his shit classic

You a broad, you a bastard

You a faggot for lettin him pursue a career of rap shit

I hate the average, MySpace friend request

Because the average MySpace friend request

Is ass rappers or producers who ass backwards

Think I'm a pay for whackness? (please)

[Hook: Good Brotha] (x2) (Kali)

I hate fake love

Comin from yes men, some of your best friends are guilty of

Givin you pats upon your back, callin love when there's really hate

Fuck yes men!

(I got the Henny in me

I got my niggas around me

Yeah, Showoff, Showoff, ha

Yo, uh)

[Verse 2: Kali]

It be the nigga in the background, cheerin you on (yeah)

High fives and pats on the back after every song (haha)

But after the Henny's gone, it won't take long (nah)

Cause friends turn to enemies, so friendship's gone

Fuckin yes men, they'll tell ya whatever you wanna hear (yo)

Just to stay close until the money's gone, then they disappear (gone)

Show up a different year, rockin some different gear (what up?)

Talkin the same shit (haha) but shit is different here (haha)

So I don't need 'em, I leave 'em, I'm not concerned with 'em (nah)

Never keep 'em close if there's no money to be earned with 'em (what's the point?)

Ass kissers, kind of like a bad blister (uh huh)

Fuckin up the way I walk, so I just straight dismiss 'em (peace)

No patience, for niggas that be hatin

And bitches that be frontin like they virgins and they waitin (come on)

Life's too short, so choose your circle wisely (cause)

Cause (it's your thing), word to Ron Isley (yeah, word)

[Hook:] (Termanology)

(Termanology

Showoff, Showoff

Uh, uh)

[Verse 3: Termanology]

I had a homie named La Di Da, he like to party hard

Mardi Gras all the time, mamis all by the bar

He had about fifty cats around 'em

Talkin about he the next Em, Jigga and Rakim

But when they came to rock him, push his shit in

Where was all his mens? (I don't know), swallowin his Hen'

What about the Benz and the gems on his neck

And the ends that he spent on his so called friends?

All of your mens said you the next Kanye

Except you was pullin up in a Hyundai

It's okay, you gonna make it dude someday

And when you do, I'll be +Happy+ like Ashanti

What would your moms say? Your friends get you in trouble

So get away from them on the double

Wanna put 'em to the test?

Make the worst shit in your life and show it to 'em and see if they say "yes"

[Hook:]