2pac - Fake As* Bithes

*little kid* Tell me about these fake as* girls

2Pac-
Look here little nigg*
Most of these be girls too
but you'll never hear that side of the story
So uhh, we finna do this s**t like this

It's like I tell my , keep your eyes on these girls
They love to G a nigg* young dumb and gettin riches
What the fk you think a trick is nigg*
nigg* 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 nigg* toss her
It's like a motherfkin priveledge
So don't give up your conversation, give that b*tch your 7 digits
When she call ya, ask that tramp whassup
And if she is the type of nigg* 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 motherfking mack tonight
Stay that stay strapped cause my raps is tight
You fkin punks, I hate you snitches
Went against the grain and the game to be fake as* girls

(God, d*mn! You can't just hit them with that game
and expect them to accept it; girl your heard me it gets skanless.
But we gonna kick this s**t like this here)

(Chorus) x2
I can't stand fake as* girls
Lyin as* and you punk as* snitches

Time to show these bustas who's boss
Run up on a real motherfker and get tossed
The game is deep, and thicker than a motherfkin jimmy
Broke hoes runnin round yellin "Gimme!"
I can't stand it, hoes talkin bout they got a man
s**t all I wanted her to do is suck my d*ck
So how about hittin a motherfker 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
fkin 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 motherfkin hoes at?
Punk can't fade the mack, livin fat
Gettin paid to rap, it's like that, you motherfkin girls

Yeah, yeah that's my motto
She educated a whole bunch of you old raggedy-ass
So y'all take that s**t back to y'all camp and uhh
you sleep on that there, it's like

(Chorus) x2

Oh you too nigg*, don't think we ain't talkin bout your punk ass
You old fake as* nigg*
Standin there wearin all them Pendletons and khakis and all that
You soft as a motherfkin grape
Ain't this a motherfkin b*tch
I can see right through your flower ass
Some of these is girls too, man I tell ya
It's gonna be harder and harder to be a Thug in ninety-fo'
but we gonna do this s**t
Y'all take this s**t and you play this s**t for every single
fake as* b*tch out there
And there's plenty of em
You probably got one sittin next to you right now
Bobbin his fake as* head to this, dope as* s**t that he listenin to
Fake as* motherfkin b*tch, die in ninety-four

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