2 Pac - Fake Ass Bithes Lyrics
*little kid* tell me about these fake ass *****es2pac-Look here little niggaMost of these niggaz be *****es tooBut youll never hear that side of the storySo uhh, we finna do this shit like thisIts like I tell my niggaz, keep your eyes on these *****esThey love to g a nigga young dumb and gettin richesWhat the ***** you think a trick is niggaNigga done stick and wet his dickAnd then get tricked out all his riches by a - *****!Im here to school you to the rules of the game, itll cost yaThink you alla that just cause she let a nigga toss herIts like a mother*****in priveledgeSo dont give up your conversation, give that ***** your 7 digitsWhen she call ya, ask that tramp whassupAnd if she is the type of nigga hang up, worrrd upAnd let that ***** meditate to the dial toneAnd call me when youre ready to bone, and its onA mother*****ing mack tonightStay that stay strapped cause my raps is tightYou *****in punks, I hate you snitchesWent against the grain and the game to be fake ass *****es(god, damn! you cant just hit them niggaz with that gameAnd expect them to accept it; girl your heard me it gets skanless.But we gonna kick this shit like this here)(chorus) x2I cant stand fake ass *****esLyin ass niggaz and you punk ass snitchesTime to show these bustas whos bossRun up on a real mother*****er and get tossedThe game is deep, and thicker than a mother*****in jimmyBroke hoes runnin round yellin gimme!I cant stand it, hoes talkin bout they got a manShit all I wanted her to do is suck my dickSo how about hittin a mother*****er on my pagerBusy now ***** but you can give me the ***** laterFly how I fade her, played her like a game of sega*****in with the player that done made her, huhAnd I aint sleepin caught you creepin for my moneyGot the dick and now you get the pistol honey (*****)So get the bozack, knockin hoes back, keep my dough stackedSo where the mother*****in hoes at?Punk niggaz cant fade the mack, livin fatGettin paid to rap, its like that, you mother*****in *****esYeah, yeah thats my mottoShe educated a whole bunch of you old raggedy-ass niggazSo yall take that shit back to yall camp and uhhYou sleep on that there, its like(chorus) x2Oh you too nigga, dont think we aint talkin bout your punk assYou old fake ass niggaStandin there wearin all them pendletons and khakis and all thatYou soft as a mother*****in grapeAint this a mother*****in *****I can see right through your flower assSome of these niggaz is *****es too, man I tell yaIts gonna be harder and harder to be a thug in ninety-foBut we gonna do this shitYall take this shit and you play this shit for every singleFake ass ***** out thereAnd theres plenty of emYou probably got one sittin next to you right nowBobbin his fake ass head to this, dope ass shit that he listenin toFake ass mother*****in *****, die in ninety-four
