[2Pac] Look here little nigga Most of these niggaz be bitches too but you'll never hear that side of the story So uhh, we finna do this shit like this It's like I tell my niggaz, keep your eyes on these bitches
They love to G a nigga young dumb and gettin riches What the fuck you think a trick is nigga Nigga done stick and wet his dick and then get tricked out all his riches by a -- BITCH! I'm here to school you to the rules of the game, it'll cost ya
Think you alla that just cause she let a nigga toss her It's like a motherfuckin priveledge So don't give up your conversation, give that bitch your 7 digits
When she call ya, ask that tramp whassup And if she is the type of nigga hang up, worrrd up And let that bitch meditate to the dial tone
And call me when you're ready to bone, and it's on A motherfucking mack tonight Stay that stay strapped cause my raps is tight You fuckin punks, I hate you snitches Went against the grain and the game to be fake ass bitches
(God, damn! You can't just hit them niggaz with that game and expect them to accept it; girl your heard me it gets skanless. But we gonna kick this shit like this here)
Chorus: 2Pac I can't stand fake ass bitches Lyin ass niggaz and you punk ass snitches (repeat 2X)
Time to show these bustas who's boss Run up on a real motherfucker and get tossed The game is deep, and thicker than a motherfuckin jimmy Broke hoes runnin round yellin "Gimme!" I can't stand it, hoes talkin bout they got a man Shit all I wanted her to do is suck my DICK
So how about hittin a motherfucker on my pager Busy now bitch but you can give me the pussy later Fly how I fade her, played her like a game of Sega Fuckin with the player that done made her, huh And I ain't sleepin caught you creepin for my money
Got the dick and now you get the pistol honey (bitch) So get the bozack, knockin hoes back, keep my dough stacked So where the motherfuckin hoes at? Punk niggaz can't fade the mack, livin fat
Gettin paid to rap, it's like that, you motherfuckin bitches Yeah, yeah that's my motto She educated a whole bunch of you old raggedy-ass niggaz So y'all take that shit back to y'all camp and uhh you sleep on that there, it's like
Chorus 2X Oh you too nigga, don't think we ain't talkin bout your punk ass You old fake ass nigga Standin there wearin all them Pendletons and khakis and all that You soft as a motherfuckin grape
Ain't this a motherfuckin bitch I can see right through your flower ass Some of these niggaz is bitches too, man I tell ya It's gonna be harder and harder to be a Thug in ninety-fo' but we gonna do this shit
Y'all take this shit and you play this shit for every single fake ass bitch out there And there's plenty of em You probably got one sittin next to you right now
Bobbin his fake ass head to this, dope ass shit that he listenin to Fake ass motherfuckin bitch, die in ninety-four
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