Tytuł: Lie To Kick It

• Wykonawca: 2Pac
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(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
  
  [Chorus 'til end]