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lirik lagu 2pac - fake ass bithes

-little kid- tell me about these fake -ss b-tches

2pac-
look here little n-gg-
most of these n-gg-z be b-tches 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 n-gg-z, keep your eyes on these b-tches
they love to g a n-gg- young dumb and gettin riches
what the f-ck you think a trick is n-gg-
n-gg- done stick and wet his d-ck
and then get tricked out all his riches by a – b-tch!
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 n-gg- toss her
it’s like a motherf-ckin priveledge
so don’t give up your conversation, give that b-tch your 7 digits
when she call ya, ask that tramp wh-ssup
and if she is the type of n-gg- hang up, worrrd up
and let that b-tch meditate to the dial tone
and call me when you’re ready to bone, and it’s on
a motherf-cking mack tonight
stay that stay strapped cause my raps is tight
you f-ckin punks, i hate you snitches
went against the grain and the game to be fake -ss b-tches

(god, d-mn! you can’t just hit them n-gg-z 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)

(chorus) x2
i can’t stand fake -ss b-tches
lyin -ss n-gg-z and you punk -ss snitches

time to show these bustas who’s boss
run up on a real motherf-cker and get tossed
the game is deep, and thicker than a motherf-ckin 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 d-ck
so how about hittin a motherf-cker on my pager
busy now b-tch but you can give me the p-ssy later
fly how i fade her, played her like a game of sega
f-ckin with the player that done made her, huh
and i ain’t sleepin caught you creepin for my money
got the d-ck and now you get the pistol honey (b-tch)
so get the bozack, knockin hoes back, keep my dough stacked
so where the motherf-ckin hoes at?
punk n-gg-z can’t fade the mack, livin fat
gettin paid to rap, it’s like that, you motherf-ckin b-tches

yeah, yeah that’s my motto
she educated a whole bunch of you old raggedy–ss n-gg-z
so y’all take that sh-t back to y’all camp and uhh
you sleep on that there, it’s like

(chorus) x2

oh you too n-gg-, don’t think we ain’t talkin bout your punk -ss
you old fake -ss n-gg-
standin there wearin all them pendletons and khakis and all that
you soft as a motherf-ckin grape
ain’t this a motherf-ckin b-tch
i can see right through your flower -ss
some of these n-gg-z is b-tches 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 -ss b-tch out there
and there’s plenty of em
you probably got one sittin next to you right now
bobbin his fake -ss head to this, dope -ss sh-t that he listenin to
fake -ss motherf-ckin b-tch, die in ninety-four

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