Lie to Kick it
Yeah
(If she didn’t wanna fuck
Then she never should’ve called you)
I dedicate this to my nigga Mike Tyson
(If she didn’t wanna fuck
Then she never should’ve called you)
[Hook] [2Pac]
You ain’t got to lie to kick it
To them tricks and them bitches
Out to get a nigga’s riches
You ain’t got to lie to kick it
To them tricks and them bitches
Out to get a nigga’s riches
You ain’t got to lie to kick it
[Richie Rich]
Jack of all trades
Ballin’ like Jordan you punk
Fake inside the paint
In fact I know you can’t
Do half of the shit that you was claimin’ in the county
Suckas on yo jock
You claim you run the block
Polyurethane busta
Cracked in half
You claim you foldin’ bank
But I know yo bank stank
I lived around the corner
I seen you fully smoked
Must I say some more?
You weighed a buck 04
You sold ya TV for a buck
Cause it was way too late
Now they sent you upstate
And you done gained some weight
You’s a baller
Lyin’ to them youngstas quick
Got them thinkin’ you sick and representin’ yo click
But you’s an old basehead
Kickin’ too much hype
Yo bicentennial pipe it got
Rally stripes
And if they knew yo identity
You’d probably be the victim of a stickin’ (ugh ugh)
You ain’t got to lie to kick it
[Hook] (x2)
[2Pac]
You ain’t got to lie to kick it
Y’all don’t hear me
I got these niggas yackin’ in my face
About some shit that never took place
And what you see is what you get
That’s what he told me
I peeped it in his pose
Exposed the fuckin’ phony
I’m gettin’ richer so they claim to be my homie
With them bitches, they be speakin’ down on me
Hey, it’s gettin’ drastic
Gunnin’ niggas down cause they plastic
Sleep on a G and get that ass kicked
And stuffed inside a casket
Rippin’ the shit like it’s my muthafuckin’ last hit
Hey they wonder why a nigga’s nothin’ nice
And every time I bust a nut I fuck for Tyson
Cause I know the real on the bitch
She got to skit ya just to get a nigga’s riches (fuck that bitch)
I pray to God that the bitch don’t get no dick
And got a nigga screamin’
Fuck that bitch!
[Hook] (x2)
[2Pac] Well if a bitch’ll be a bitch
[RR] Then a trick’ll be a trick
[2Pac] I got my nigga Richie Rich
[Both] And we be all up in the mix
This is Thug Life baby
[RR] Rollin’ hoes like Vogues
[2Pac] Stay the fuck up out of mine
[RR] And I’ll stay out of yours
[RR] It’s a Oakland thang and bitch you wouldn’t understand
[2Pac] This Tanqueray got me screamin’
[RR] Fuck yo’ man
But now you beefin’ on the strength
That you was thinkin’ I was jockin’
[2Pac] Hey bitch I got no time for hoes I’m steady clockin’
[RR] And if it ain’t about a buck I gives a fuck
[Both] It’s raggedy hoes like you that keep a nigga stuck
[2Pac] So what’s up with them low life bitches tryin’ to play me
[RR] Bitch you better see Trojan about yo’ baby (Ha ha)
[2Pac] Trickin’ niggas better catch up on they pimpin’
[RR] Cause bitches love to catch a nigga when they slippin’
[Hook] (repeat w/ “If she didn’t wanna fuck, then she never should’ve called you”)