Fake Ass Bitches Lyrics
<e&[ Lyrics from: http://www.cloverlyrics.com/e1725-2_pac~fake_ass_bitches_lyrics.html ]#109;>[little kid] Tell me about these fake ass bitches<br /><br /><em>[2Pac]<br />Look here little nigga<br />Most of these niggaz be bitches too<br />but you'll never hear that side of the story<br />So uhh, we finna do this shit like this<br /><br />It's like I tell my niggaz, keep your eyes on these bitches<br />They love to G a nigga young dumb and gettin riches<br />What the fuck you think a trick is nigga<br />Nigga done stick and wet his dick<br />and then get tricked out all his riches by a -- BITCH!<br />I'm here to school you to the rules of the game, it'll cost ya<br />Think you alla that just cause she let a nigga toss her<br />It's like a motherfuckin priveledge<br />So don't give up your conversation, give that bitch your 7 digits<br />When she call ya, ask that tramp whassup<br />And if she is the type of nigga hang up, worrrd up<br />And let that bitch meditate to the dial tone<br />And call me when you're ready to bone, and it's on<br />A motherfucking mack tonight<br />Stay that stay strapped cause my raps is tight<br />You fuckin punks, I hate you snitches<br />Went against the grain and the game to be fake ass bitches<br /><br />(God, damn! You can't just hit them niggaz with that game<br />and expect them to accept it; girl your heard me it gets skanless.<br />But we gonna kick this shit like this here)<br /><br /><em>[Chorus: 2Pac]<br /><br />I can't stand fake ass bitches<br />Lyin ass niggaz and you punk ass snitches<br /><em>[repeat 2X]<br /><br />Time to show these bustas who's boss<br />Run up on a real motherfucker and get tossed<br />The game is deep, and thicker than a motherfuckin jimmy<br />Broke hoes runnin round yellin "Gimme!"<br />I can't stand it, hoes talkin bout they got a man<br />Shit all I wanted her to do is suck my DICK<br />So how about hittin a motherfucker on my pager<br />Busy now bitch but you can give me the pussy later<br />Fly how I fade her, played her like a game of Sega<br />Fuckin with the player that done made her, huh<br />And I ain't sleepin caught you creepin for my money<br />Got the dick and now you get the pistol honey (bitch)<br />So get the bozack, knockin hoes back, keep my dough stacked<br />So where the motherfuckin hoes at?<br />Punk niggaz can't fade the mack, livin fat<br />Gettin paid to rap, it's like that, you motherfuckin bitches<br /><br />Yeah, yeah that's my motto<br />She educated a whole bunch of you old raggedy-ass niggaz<br />So y'all take that shit back to y'all camp and uhh<br />you sleep on that there, it's like<br /><br /><em>[Chorus 2X]<br /><br />Oh you too nigga, don't think we ain't talkin bout your punk ass<br />You old fake ass nigga<br />Standin there wearin all them Pendletons and khakis and all that<br />You soft as a motherfuckin grape<br />Ain't this a motherfuckin bitch<br />I can see right through your flower ass<br />Some of these niggaz is bitches too, man I tell ya<br />It's gonna be harder and harder to be a Thug in ninety-fo'<br />but we gonna do this shit<br />Y'all take this shit and you play this shit for every single<br />fake ass bitch out there<br />And there's plenty of em<br />You probably got one sittin next to you right now<br />Bobbin his fake ass head to this, dope ass shit that he listenin to<br />Fake ass motherfuckin bitch, die in ninety-four