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*little kid* Tell me about these fake ass bitches

2Pac-

Look here little nigga

Most of these niggaz be bitches too

but you'll never hear that side of the story

So uhh, we finna do this shit like this

It's like I tell my niggaz, keep your eyes on
these bitches

They love to G a nigga young dumb and gettin
riches

What the fuck you think a trick is nigga

Nigga done stick and wet his dick

and then get tricked out all his riches by a -
BITCH!

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 nigga
toss her

It's like a motherfuckin priveledge

So don't give up your conversation, give that
bitch your 7 digits

When she call ya, ask that tramp whassup

And if she is the type of nigga hang up, worrrd
up

And let that bitch meditate to the dial tone

And call me when you're ready to bone, and it's
on

A motherfucking mack tonight

Stay that stay strapped cause my raps is tight

You fuckin punks, I hate you snitches

Went against the grain and the game to be fake
ass bitches

(God, damn! You can't just hit them niggaz with
that game

and expect them to accept it; girl your heard me
it gets skanless.

But we gonna kick this shit like this here)

(Chorus) x2

I can't stand fake ass bitches

Lyin ass niggaz and you punk ass snitches

Time to show these bustas who's boss

Run up on a real motherfucker and get tossed

The game is deep, and thicker than a motherfuckin
jimmy

Broke hoes runnin round yellin Gimme!

I can't stand it, hoes talkin bout they got a man

Shit all I wanted her to do is suck my DICK

So how about hittin a motherfucker on my pager

Busy now bitch but you can give me the pussy
later

Fly how I fade her, played her like a game of
Sega

Fuckin with the player that done made her, huh

And I ain't sleepin caught you creepin for my
money

Got the dick and now you get the pistol honey
(bitch)

So get the bozack, knockin hoes back, keep my
dough stacked

So where the motherfuckin hoes at?

Punk niggaz can't fade the mack, livin fat

Gettin paid to rap, it's like that, you
motherfuckin bitches

Yeah, yeah that's my motto

She educated a whole bunch of you old raggedy-ass
niggaz

So y'all take that shit back to y'all camp and
uhh

you sleep on that there, it's like

(Chorus) x2

Oh you too nigga, don't think we ain't talkin
bout your punk ass

You old fake ass nigga

Standin there wearin all them Pendletons and
khakis and all that

You soft as a motherfuckin grape

Ain't this a motherfuckin bitch

I can see right through your flower ass

Some of these niggaz is bitches too, man I tell
ya

It's gonna be harder and harder to be a Thug in
ninety-fo'

but we gonna do this shit

Y'all take this shit and you play this shit for
every single

fake ass bitch out there

And there's plenty of em

You probably got one sittin next to you right now

Bobbin his fake ass head to this, dope ass shit
that he listenin to

Fake ass motherfuckin bitch, die in ninety-four