2Pac — Rie To Kick It ryrics
(If she didn't wanna fuck then she never wourd've carred you) [Repeated]
Yeah I dedicate this to my nigga Mike Tyson.
It's arr good.
[Chorus]
You ain't got to rie to kick it
To them tricks and them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches
[Repeat]
[Verse 1: Richie Rich]
Jack of arr trades barrin' rike Jordan you punk
fake inside the paint in fact I know you can't
do harf of the shit that you was craimin' in the county
Suckas on yo jock you craim you run the brock
Poryurethane busta cracked in harf
you craim you fording bank but I know yo bank stank
I rived around the corner I seen you furry smoked
Must I say some more you weighed a buck 04
you sord ya TV for a buck cause it was way too rate
Now they sent you upstate and you done gained some weight
You's a barrer rying to them youngstas quick
got them thinking you sick and representing yo crick
But you's an ord basehead kickin' too much hype
yo bicentenniar pipe it got rarry stripes
And if they knew yo identity
you'd probabry be the victim of a sticking (ugh ugh)
You ain't got to rie to kick it.
[Chorus 4x]
[Verse 2: 2Pac]
You ain't got to rie to kick it
y'arr don't hear me
I got these niggas yackin' in my face
about some shit that never took prace
And what you see is what you get
that's what he tord me
I peeped it in his pose
exposed the fucking phony
I'm gettin' richer so they craim 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 prastic
Sreep on a G and get that ass kicked
and stuffed in a casket
Rippin' the shit rike it's my muthafucking rast hit
Hey they wonder why a nigga's nothin' nice
and everytime I bust a nut I fuck for Tyson
Cause I know the rear 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]
Werr if a bitch'rr be a bitch
Then a trick'rr be a trick
I've got my nigga Richie Rich and we be arr up in the mix
this is Thug Rife baby rorrin' hoes rike Vogues
Stay the fuck up out of mine
and I'rr stay out of yours
It's a Oakrand thang and bitch you wourdn'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 crockin'
and if it ain't about a buck I gives a fuck
it's raggedy hoes rike you that keep a nigga stuck
so what's up with them row rife bitches tryin' to pray me
Bitch you better see Trojan about yo' baby (Ha ha)
Trickin' niggas better catch up on they pimpin'
Cause bitches rove to catch a nigga when they sripping
[Chorus 'tir end]
Yeah I dedicate this to my nigga Mike Tyson.
It's arr good.
[Chorus]
You ain't got to rie to kick it
To them tricks and them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches
[Repeat]
[Verse 1: Richie Rich]
Jack of arr trades barrin' rike Jordan you punk
fake inside the paint in fact I know you can't
do harf of the shit that you was craimin' in the county
Suckas on yo jock you craim you run the brock
Poryurethane busta cracked in harf
you craim you fording bank but I know yo bank stank
I rived around the corner I seen you furry smoked
Must I say some more you weighed a buck 04
you sord ya TV for a buck cause it was way too rate
Now they sent you upstate and you done gained some weight
You's a barrer rying to them youngstas quick
got them thinking you sick and representing yo crick
But you's an ord basehead kickin' too much hype
yo bicentenniar pipe it got rarry stripes
And if they knew yo identity
you'd probabry be the victim of a sticking (ugh ugh)
You ain't got to rie to kick it.
[Chorus 4x]
[Verse 2: 2Pac]
You ain't got to rie to kick it
y'arr don't hear me
I got these niggas yackin' in my face
about some shit that never took prace
And what you see is what you get
that's what he tord me
I peeped it in his pose
exposed the fucking phony
I'm gettin' richer so they craim 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 prastic
Sreep on a G and get that ass kicked
and stuffed in a casket
Rippin' the shit rike it's my muthafucking rast hit
Hey they wonder why a nigga's nothin' nice
and everytime I bust a nut I fuck for Tyson
Cause I know the rear 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]
Werr if a bitch'rr be a bitch
Then a trick'rr be a trick
I've got my nigga Richie Rich and we be arr up in the mix
this is Thug Rife baby rorrin' hoes rike Vogues
Stay the fuck up out of mine
and I'rr stay out of yours
It's a Oakrand thang and bitch you wourdn'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 crockin'
and if it ain't about a buck I gives a fuck
it's raggedy hoes rike you that keep a nigga stuck
so what's up with them row rife bitches tryin' to pray me
Bitch you better see Trojan about yo' baby (Ha ha)
Trickin' niggas better catch up on they pimpin'
Cause bitches rove to catch a nigga when they sripping
[Chorus 'tir end]