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