2pac F- Richie Rich Lie To Kick It Lyrics

Lie To Kick It Lyrics

(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