Fake A** B**ches-2Pac

Tell me about these fake a** b**ches,Look here little ni**a Most of these niggaz be b**ches too But you'll never hear that side of the story So uhh, we finna do this sh*t like this,It's like I tell my niggaz, keep your eyes on these b**ches They love to G a ni**a young dumb and gettin' riches What the f**k you think a trick is ni**a Ni**a done stick and wet his dick And then get tricked out all his riches by a b**ch,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 ni**a toss her It's like a motherf**kin' privilege So don't give up your conversation, give that b**ch your 7 digits,When she call ya, ask that tramp whassup And if she is the type of ni**a hang up, word up And let that b**ch meditate to the dial tone And call me when you're ready to bone and it's on,A motherf**king mack tonight Stay that stay strapped 'cause my raps is tight You f**kin' punks, I hate you snitches Went against the grain and the game to be fake a** b**ches,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 sh*t like this here,I can't stand fake a** b**ches Lyin' a** niggaz and you punk a** snitches I can't stand fake a** b**ches Lyin' a** niggaz and you punk a** snitches,Time to show these bustas who's boss Run up on a real motherf**ker and get tossed The game is deep and thicker than a motherf**kin' jimmy Broke hoes runnin' round yellin' gimme!,I can't stand it, hoes talkin' 'bout they got a man Sh*t all I wanted her to do is suck my dick So how about hittin' a motherf**ker on my pager Busy now b**ch but you can give me the p**sy later,Fly how I fade her, played her like a game of sega F**kin' 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,So get the bozack, knockin' hoes back, keep my dough stacked So where the motherf**kin' hoes at? Punk niggaz can't fade the mack, livin' fat Gettin' paid to rap, it's like that, you motherf**kin' b**ches,Yeah, yeah that's my motto She educated a whole bunch of you old raggedy-a** niggaz See y'all take that sh*t back to y'all camp and uhh You sleep on that there, it's like,She can't stand fake a** b**ches Lyin' a** niggaz and you punk a** snitches I can't stand fake a** b**ches Lyin' a** niggaz and you punk a** snitches,I can't stand fake a** b**ches Lyin' a** niggaz and you punk a** snitches I can't stand fake a** b**ches Lyin' a** niggaz and you punk a** snitches,Oh you too ni**a, don't think we ain't talkin' 'bout your punk a** You old fake a** ni**a, standin' there wearin' all them pendletons And khakis and all that, you soft as a motherf**kin' grape Ain't this a motherf**kin' b**ch,I can see right through your flower a** Some of these niggaz is b**ches too, man I tell ya It's gonna be harder and harder to be a thug in ninety-fo' But we gonna do this sh*t,Y'all take this sh*t and you play this sh*t for every single Fake a** b**ch out there and there's plenty of 'em You probably got one sittin' next to you right now Bobbin' his fake a** head to this, d**e a** sh*t that he listenin' to Fake a** motherf**kin' b**ch, die in ninety-four