2Pac f/ Richie Rich - Lie To Kick It Lyrics |
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Lyrics: (If she didn't wanna f*** then she never would've called you) [Repeated] Yeah I dedicate this to my nigga Mike Tyson. It's all good. [Chorus] You ain't got to lie to kick it To them tricks and them bi***es Out to get a nigga'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** 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 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 niggas 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 bi***es they be freaky they don't know me Hey it's gettin drastic Gunnin niggas down cause they plastic Sleep on a G and get that ass kicked and stuffed in a casket Rippin' the sh** like it's my muthaf***ing last hit Hey they wonder why a nigga's nothin' nice and everytime I bust a nut I f*** for Tyson Cause I know the real on the bi*** she got to skit ya just to get a nigga's riches (f*** that bi***) I pray to God that the bi*** don't get no d*** and got a nigga screamin' f*** That bi***! [Chorus] [Verse 3: Pac & Rich] Well if a bi***'ll be a bi*** Then a trick'll be a trick I've got my nigga 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 bi*** 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 jocking Hey bi*** 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 nigga stuck so what's up with them low life bi***es tryin' to play me bi*** you better see Trojan about yo' baby (Ha ha) Trickin' niggas better catch up on they pimpin' Cause bi***es love to catch a nigga when they slipping [Chorus 'til end] More songs from this artist Comments for this song |
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