Separated (Real From The Fake) lyrics

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Havoc lyrics : "Separated (Real From The Fake)"

We all gathered here today to say goodbye to the lies (*##$
Hammer hit a ^!$$% face, got him talking high pitch
Fall settle like you belong into ?stilettos

You drinking the woman's drink, I'm on that hennesey level
You sounding real sentimental, and soft in your hooks
Can't believe how this ^!$$% dress and get nauseous when I look

20 20 vision but had to take another look
Would have thought it was fetching like the mother$#[email protected] books
Keep, using them 48 laws wrong get murked

You used to spit bars, now you just church
Like a little bird, and most of your album is for the love birds
Such wild in, I keep it 1000

You trying new blouses,
Prove a ^!$$% wrong, put your money where you mouth is
What happened to the principles, just style?bout %#@!

This is what you call beef, I'm bout to take a cow%#@!
[Hook] x 2
Separate the real from the fake,

The fake from the real,
Wipe that little smurk off your grill
Niggas must be sniffing out the bills

I helped your $#[email protected] mind
You probably popped too many pills
And when we bring it to you

The fear run through you, and paralyze thoughts
Homie I'm too boss, you know walk a sleeping giant
But ?to get dwarf

Just liability, so I gotta write you off
And toss to the side, your hide is too soft
You #[email protected] like clitoris, you addicted to dick riding

And you can't get off it
Turn your children to orphans
Fuck outta here, you my offspring

Gave you that life that you talking
Qb to my mother$#[email protected] coffing
Burning the sour till I'm coughing

And high as a plane, I'm just riding my lane
If it's not broke, why fix it
Why the $#[email protected] would I change?

Spit the %#@! that go inside of ^!$$% thang
Pictures all me, and my crib, cause I'm the thing
Tired of impostors, take them off the rosters

Then I'll be at your door, with the mother$#[email protected] choppers
[Hook] x 2
Separate the real from the fake,

The fake from the real,
Wipe that little smurk off your grill
Niggas must be sniffing out the bills

I helped your $#[email protected] mind
You probably popped too many pills
And when we bring it to you

You wouldn't probably do is squeal.

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