(If she didn´t wanna fuck 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 bitches 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 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 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 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 fucking phony I´m gettin´ richer so they claim to be my homie with them bitches 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 shit like it´s my muthafucking last hit
Hey they wonder why a nigga´s nothin´ nice and everytime 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!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Pac & Rich]
Well if a bitch´ll be a bitch 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 fuck up out of mine
and I´ll stay out of yours It´s a Oakland thang and bitch you wouldn´t understand This Tanqueray got me screamin´ Fuck yo´ man. But now you beefing on the strength that you was thinkin´ I was jocking Hey bitch I got no time for hoes I´m steady clockin´ and if it ain´t about a buck I gives a fuck it´s raggedy hoes like you that keep a nigga stuck so what´s up with them low life bitches tryin´ to play me Bitch you better see Trojan about yo´ baby (Ha ha) Trickin´ niggas better catch up on they pimpin´ Cause bitches love to catch a nigga when they slipping