2pac - Lie To Kick It lyrics

Yeah If she didn't wanna f** Then she should of never called him I dedicate this to my n***a mike tyson It's all good Chorus: You ain't got to lie to kick it To them tricks and them b**hes Out to get a n***a's riches 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 sh** that you was claimin' in the county s**as on yo jock you claim you run the block Polyurethane busta cracked in half You claim you folding 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 lying to them youngstas quick Got them thinking you sick and representing 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 sticking (ugh ugh) You ain't got to lie to kick it. ~chorus 4x~ 2pac: You ain't got to lie to kick it Y'all don't hear me I got these n***as yackin' in my face About some sh** 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 f**ing phony I'm gettin' richer so they claim to be my homie With them b**hes they be speaking down on me Hey it's gettin drastic Gunnin n***as down cause they plastic Sleep on a g and get that a** kicked And stuffed inside a casket Rippin' the sh** like it's my muthaf**ing last hit Hey they wonder why a n***a's nothin' nice And everytime i bust a nut i f** for tyson Cause i know the real on the b**h She got to skit ya just to get a n***a's riches (f** that b**h) I pray to god that the b**h don't get no dick And got a n***a screamin' f** that b**h! ~chorus~ Pac and richie rich: Well if a b**h'll be a b**h Then a trick'll be a trick I've got my n***a richie rich and we be all up in the mix This is thug life baby rollin' hoes like vogues Stay the f** up out of mine And i'll stay out of yours It's a oakland thang and b**h you wouldn't understand This tanqueray got me screamin' f** yo' man. But now you beefing on the strength That you was thinkin' i was joking Hey b**h i got no time for hoes i'm steady clockin' And if it ain't about a buck i gives a f** It's raggedy hoes like you that keep a n***a stuck So what's up with them low life b**hes tryin' to play me b**h you better see trojan about yo' baby (ha ha) Trickin' n***as better catch up on they pimpin' Cause b**hes love to catch a n***a when they slipping Chorus 'til end