Lie To Kick It
2 Pac Lyrics
Lie To Kick It by 2 Pac
(If she didn't wanna f**k 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 b**ches
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 sh*t 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 sh*t 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 f**king phony
I'm gettin' richer so they claim to be my homie
with them b**ches 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 sh*t like it's my muthaf**king last hit
Hey they wonder why a nigga's nothin' nice
and everytime I bust a nut I f**k for Tyson
Cause I know the real on the b**ch
she got to skit ya just to get a nigga's riches (f**k that b**ch)
I pray to God that the b**ch don't get no dick
and got a nigga screamin' f**k That b**ch!
Chorus
Verse 3: Pac & Rich
Well if a b**ch'll be a b**ch
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 f**k up out of mine
and I'll stay out of yours
It's a Oakland thang and b**ch you wouldn't understand
This Tanqueray got me screamin' f**k yo' man.
But now you beefing on the strength
that you was thinkin' I was jocking
Hey b**ch I got no time for hoes I'm steady clockin'
and if it ain't about a buck I gives a f**k
it's raggedy hoes like you that keep a nigga stuck
so what's up with them low life b**ches tryin' to play me
b**ch you better see Trojan about yo' baby (Ha ha)
Trickin' niggas better catch up on they pimpin'
Cause b**ches love to catch a nigga when they slipping
Chorus 'til end
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