2Pac Fake Ass Bitches Lyrics

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*little kid* Tell me about these fake *** *****es

[2Pac]

Look here little *****

Most of these *****z be *****es too

but you'll never hear that side of the story

So uhh, we finna do this **** like this

It's like I tell my *****z, keep your eyes on these *****es

They love to G a ***** young dumb and gettin riches

What the **** you think a trick is *****

***** done stick and wet his ****

and then get tricked out all his riches by a -- *****!

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 ***** toss her

It's like a **********in priveledge

So don't give up your conversation, give that ***** your 7 digits

When she call ya, ask that tramp whassup

And if she is the type of ***** hang up, worrrd up

And let that ***** meditate to the dial tone

And call me when you're ready to bone, and it's on

A **********ing mack tonight

Stay that stay strapped cause my raps is tight

You ****in punks, I hate you snitches

Went against the grain and the game to be fake *** *****es

(God, damn! You can't just hit them *****z with that game

and expect them to accept it; girl your heard me it gets skanless.

But we gonna kick this **** like this here)

Chorus: 2Pac

I can't stand fake *** *****es

Lyin *** *****z and you punk *** snitches

(repeat 2X)

Time to show these bustas who's boss

Run up on a real ************ and get tossed

The game is deep, and thicker than a **********in jimmy

Broke hoes runnin round yellin "Gimme!"

I can't stand it, hoes talkin bout they got a man

**** all I wanted her to do is suck my ****

So how about hittin a ************ on my pager

Busy now ***** but you can give me the ***** later

Fly how I fade her, played her like a game of Sega

****in with the player that done made her, huh

And I ain't sleepin caught you creepin for my money

Got the **** and now you get the pistol honey (*****)

So get the bozack, knockin hoes back, keep my dough stacked

So where the **********in hoes at?

Punk *****z can't fade the mack, livin fat

Gettin paid to rap, it's like that, you **********in *****es

Yeah, yeah that's my motto

She educated a whole bunch of you old raggedy-*** *****z

So y'all take that **** back to y'all camp and uhh

you sleep on that there, it's like

Chorus 2X

Oh you too *****, don't think we ain't talkin bout your punk ***

You old fake *** *****

Standin there wearin all them Pendletons and khakis and all that

You soft as a **********in grape

Ain't this a **********in *****

I can see right through your flower ***

Some of these *****z is *****es too, man I tell ya

It's gonna be harder and harder to be a Thug in ninety-fo'

but we gonna do this ****

y'all take this **** and you play this **** for every single

fake *** ***** out there

And there's plenty of em

You probably got one sittin next to you right now

Bobbin his fake *** head to this, dope *** **** that he listenin to

Fake *** **********in *****, die in ninety-four

Written by: Johnny Lee Jackson, Tupac Amaru Shakur
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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