2 Pac Lie To Kick It (ft. Richie Rich) Lyrics

(If she didn't wanna f___ then she never would've called you) Repeated
Yeah I dedicate this to my n____ Mike Tyson.
It's all good.

Chorus
You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks and them b____es
Out to get a n____'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 s___ 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 n____s yackin' in my face
about some s___ 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___ing phony
I'm gettin' richer so they claim to be my homie
with them b____es they be freaky
they don't know me
Hey it's gettin drastic
Gunnin n____s down cause they plastic
Sleep on a G and get that a__ kicked
and stuffed in a casket
Rippin' the s___ like it's my m____fucking last hit
Hey they wonder why a n____'s nothin' nice
and everytime I bust a nut I f___ for Tyson
Cause I know the real on the b____
she got to skit ya just to get a n____'s riches (f___ that b____)
I pray to God that the b____ don't get no d___
and got a n____ screamin' f___ That b____!

Chorus

Verse 3: Pac & Rich

Well if a b____'ll be a b____
Then a trick'll be a trick
I've got my n____ Richie Rich and we be all up in the mix
this is Thug Life baby rollin' hoes like Vogues
Stay the f___ up out of mine
and I'll stay out of yours
It's a Oakland thang and b____ you wouldn't understand
This Tanqueray got me screamin' f___ yo' man.
But now you beefing on the strength
that you was thinkin' I was jocking
Hey b____ I got no time for hoes I'm steady clockin'
and if it ain't about a buck I gives a f___
it's raggedy hoes like you that keep a n____ stuck
so what's up with them low life b____es tryin' to play me
b____ you better see Trojan about yo' baby (Ha ha)
Trickin' n____s better catch up on they pimpin'
Cause b____es love to catch a n____ when they slipping

Chorus 'til end

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