Lie To Kick It - 2Pac feat Richie Rich
(If she didn't wanna f_ck then she never would've called you) [Repeated]
Yeah I dedicate this to my n_gga Mike Tyson.
It's all good.
[Chorus]
You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks and them b_tches
Out to get a n_gga's riches
[Repeat]
[Verse 1: 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_t that you was claimin' in the county
S_ckas 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]
[Verse 2: 2Pac]
You ain't got to lie to kick it
y'all don't hear me
I got these n_ggas yackin' in my face
about some sh_t 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_cking phony
I'm gettin' richer so they claim to be my homie
with them b_tches they be freaky
they don't know me
Hey it's gettin drastic
Gunnin n_ggas down cause they plastic
Sleep on a G and get that ass kicked
and stuffed in a casket
Rippin' the sh_t like it's my muthaf_cking last hit
Hey they wonder why a n_gga's nothin' nice
and everytime I bust a nut I f_ck for Tyson
Cause I know the real on the b_tch
she got to skit ya just to get a n_gga's riches (f_ck that b_tch)
I pray to God that the b_tch don't get no d_ck
and got a n_gga screamin' F_ck That B_tch!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Pac & Rich]
Well if a b_tch'll be a b_tch
Then a trick'll be a trick
I've got my n_gga Richie Rich and we be all up in the mix
this is Thug Life baby rollin' hoes like Vogues
Stay the f_ck up out of mine
and I'll stay out of yours
It's a Oakland thang and b_tch you wouldn't understand
This Tanqueray got me screamin' F_ck yo' man.
But now you beefing on the strength
that you was thinkin' I was jocking
Hey b_tch I got no time for hoes I'm steady clockin'
and if it ain't about a buck I gives a f_ck
it's raggedy hoes like you that keep a n_gga stuck
so what's up with them low life b_tches tryin' to play me
B_tch you better see Trojan about yo' baby (Ha ha)
Trickin' n_ggas better catch up on they pimpin'
Cause b_tches love to catch a n_gga when they slipping
[Chorus 'til end]
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