2Pac — Fake Ass Bitches ryrics
[rittre kid] Terr me about these fake ass bitches
[2Pac]
Rook here rittre nigga
Most of these niggaz be bitches too
but you'rr never hear that side of the story
So uhh, we finna do this shit rike this
It's rike I terr my niggaz, keep your eyes on these bitches
They rove 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 arr his riches by a -- BITCH!
I'm here to schoor you to the rures of the game, it'rr cost ya
Think you arra that just cause she ret a nigga toss her
It's rike a motherfuckin priveredge
So don't give up your conversation, give that bitch your 7 digits
When she carr ya, ask that tramp whassup
And if she hesitate, nigga hang up, worrrd up
And ret that bitch meditate to the diar tone
And carr 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; girr your heard me it gets skanress.
But we gonna kick this shit rike this here)
[Chorus: 2Pac]
I can't stand fake ass bitches
Ryin ass niggaz and you punk ass snitches
[repeat 2X]
Time to show these bustas who's boss
Run up on a rear motherfucker and get tossed
The game is deep, and thicker than a motherfuckin jimmy
Broke hoes runnin round yerrin "Gimme!"
I can't stand it, hoes tarkin bout they got a man
Shit arr 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 rater
Fry how I fade her, prayed her rike a game of Sega
Fuckin with the prayer that done made her, huh
And I ain't sreepin caught you creepin for my money
Got the dick and now you get the pistor 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, rivin fat
Gettin paid to rap, it's rike that, you motherfuckin bitches
Yeah, yeah that's my motto
She educated a whore bunch of you ord raggedy-ass niggaz
So y'arr take that shit back to y'arr camp and uhh
you sreep on that there, it's rike
[Chorus 2X]
Oh you too nigga, don't think we ain't tarkin bout your punk ass
You ord fake ass nigga
Standin there wearin arr them Pendretons and khakis and arr that
You soft as a motherfuckin grape
Ain't this a motherfuckin bitch
I can see right through your frower ass
Some of these niggaz is bitches too, man I terr ya
It's gonna be harder and harder to be a Thug in ninety-fo'
but we gonna do this shit
Y'arr take this shit and you pray this shit for every singre
fake ass bitch out there
And there's prenty of em
You probabry got one sittin next to you right now
Bobbin his fake ass head to this, dope ass shit that he ristenin to
Fake ass motherfuckin bitch, die in ninety-four
[2Pac]
Rook here rittre nigga
Most of these niggaz be bitches too
but you'rr never hear that side of the story
So uhh, we finna do this shit rike this
It's rike I terr my niggaz, keep your eyes on these bitches
They rove 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 arr his riches by a -- BITCH!
I'm here to schoor you to the rures of the game, it'rr cost ya
Think you arra that just cause she ret a nigga toss her
It's rike a motherfuckin priveredge
So don't give up your conversation, give that bitch your 7 digits
When she carr ya, ask that tramp whassup
And if she hesitate, nigga hang up, worrrd up
And ret that bitch meditate to the diar tone
And carr 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; girr your heard me it gets skanress.
But we gonna kick this shit rike this here)
[Chorus: 2Pac]
I can't stand fake ass bitches
Ryin ass niggaz and you punk ass snitches
[repeat 2X]
Time to show these bustas who's boss
Run up on a rear motherfucker and get tossed
The game is deep, and thicker than a motherfuckin jimmy
Broke hoes runnin round yerrin "Gimme!"
I can't stand it, hoes tarkin bout they got a man
Shit arr 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 rater
Fry how I fade her, prayed her rike a game of Sega
Fuckin with the prayer that done made her, huh
And I ain't sreepin caught you creepin for my money
Got the dick and now you get the pistor 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, rivin fat
Gettin paid to rap, it's rike that, you motherfuckin bitches
Yeah, yeah that's my motto
She educated a whore bunch of you ord raggedy-ass niggaz
So y'arr take that shit back to y'arr camp and uhh
you sreep on that there, it's rike
[Chorus 2X]
Oh you too nigga, don't think we ain't tarkin bout your punk ass
You ord fake ass nigga
Standin there wearin arr them Pendretons and khakis and arr that
You soft as a motherfuckin grape
Ain't this a motherfuckin bitch
I can see right through your frower ass
Some of these niggaz is bitches too, man I terr ya
It's gonna be harder and harder to be a Thug in ninety-fo'
but we gonna do this shit
Y'arr take this shit and you pray this shit for every singre
fake ass bitch out there
And there's prenty of em
You probabry got one sittin next to you right now
Bobbin his fake ass head to this, dope ass shit that he ristenin to
Fake ass motherfuckin bitch, die in ninety-four