Lie to Kick It Lyrics By 2Pac
Yeah, if she didn't wanna fuck then she never should have called you
I dedicate this to my ****, Mike Tyson
If she didn't wanna fuck then she never should've called you
You ain't got to lie to kick it
To the tricks and them bitches
Out to get a ****'s riches
You ain't got to lie to kick it
To the tricks and them bitches
Out to get a ****'s riches
You ain't got to lie to kick it
Jack of all trades, balling like Jordan, you punk
Fake inside the paint, in fact I know you can't
Do half of the shit that you was claiming in the county
Suckers on your jock, you claim you run the block
Polyurethane busta cracked in half
You claim you folding bank, but I know your bank stank
I lived around the corner, I seen you fully smoked
Must I say some more? You weighed a buck oh-four
You sold your 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 youngsters quick
Got them thinking you sick and representing your clique
But you's an old basehead kicking too much hype
Yo bicentennial pipe, it got rally stripes
And if they knew your identity
You'd probably be the victim of a sticking
You ain't got to lie to kick it
You ain't got to lie to kick it
To the tricks and them bitches
Out to get a ****'s riches
You ain't got to lie to kick it
To the tricks and them bitches
Out to get a ****'s riches
You ain't got to lie to kick it
To the tricks and them bitches
Out to get a ****'s riches
You ain't got to lie to kick it
To the tricks and them bitches
Out to get a ****'s riches
You ain't got to lie to kick it
Y'all don't hear me
I got these **** yacking 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 in at his pose, exposed the fucking phony
I'm getting richer so they claim to be my homie
With them bitches they be speaking down on me
Hey, it's getting drastic
Gunning **** down 'cause they plastic
Sleep on a G and get that ass kicked
And stuffed inside a casket
Ripping this shit like it's my motherfucking last hit
Hey, they wonder why a ****'s nothing nice
And every time I bust a nut, I fuck for Tyson
'Cause I know real on the bitch
She got to skit ya just to get a ****'s riches, fuck that bitch
I pray to God that the bitch don't get no dick
And got a **** screaming, fuck that bitch
You ain't got to lie to kick it
To the tricks and them bitches
Out to get a ****'s riches
You ain't got to lie to kick it
To the tricks and them bitches
Out to get a ****'s riches
You ain't got to lie to kick it
To the tricks and them bitches
Out to get a ****'s riches
You ain't got to lie to kick it
To the tricks and them bitches
Out to get a ****'s riches
You ain't got to lie to kick it
Well if a bitch'll be a bitch
Then a trick'll be a trick
I got my **** Richie Rich and we be all up in the mix
This is thug life, baby, rolling hoes like Vogues
Stay the fuck up out of mine
And I'll stay out of yours
It's an Oakland thing and, bitch, you wouldn't understand
This Tanqueray got me screaming, fuck your man
But now you beefing on the strength
That you was thinking I was jocking
Hey, bitch, I ain't got no time for hoes, I'm steady clocking
And if it ain't about a buck, I gives a fuck
It's raggedy hoes like you that keep a **** stuck
So what's up with them low life bitches trying to play me?
Bitch, you better see Trojan about your baby
Tricking **** better catch up on they pimping
'Cause bitches love to catch a **** when they slipping
You ain't got to lie to kick it
To the tricks and them bitches
Out to get a ****'s riches
You ain't got to lie to kick it
To the tricks and them bitches
Out to get a ****'s riches
You ain't got to lie to kick it
To the tricks and them bitches
Out to get a ****'s riches
You ain't got to lie to kick it
To the tricks and them bitches
Out to get a ****'s riches…
