Fake Ass Bitches Lyrics

Fake Ass Bitches

*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: 2Pac
I can't stand fake ass
bitches
Lyin ass niggaz and you punk ass snitches
(repeat 2X)
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
2X
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