Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me)
Song: Fake a*s bi**hes


*little kid* Tell me about these fake a*s bi**hes

[2Pac]
Look here little ni**a
Most of these ni**az be bi**hes 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 ni**az, keep your eyes on these bi**hes
They love to G a ni**a young dumb and gettin riches
What the f**k you think a trick is ni**a
ni**a done stick and wet his d**k
and then get tricked out all his riches by a -- bi**h!
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 ni**a toss her
It's like a motherf**kin priveledge
So don't give up your conversation, give that bi**h your 7 digits
When she call ya, ask that tramp wha*sup
And if she is the type of ni**a hang up, worrrd up
And let that bi**h meditate to the dial tone
And call me when you're ready to bone, and it's on
A motherf**king mack tonight
Stay that stay strapped cause my raps is tight
You f**kin punks, I hate you snitches
Went against the grain and the game to be fake a*s bi**hes

(God, damn! You can't just hit them ni**az 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: 2Pac

I can't stand fake a*s bi**hes
Lyin a*s ni**az and you punk a*s snitches
(repeat 2X)

Time to show these bustas who's boss
Run up on a real motherf**ker and get tossed
The game is deep, and thicker than a motherf**kin 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**k
So how about hittin a motherf**ker on my pager
Busy now bi**h but you can give me the pussy later
Fly how I fade her, played her like a game of Sega
f**kin with the player that done made her, huh
And I ain't sleepin caught you creepin for my money
Got the d**k and now you get the pistol honey (bi**h)
So get the bozack, knockin hoes back, keep my dough stacked
So where the motherf**kin hoes at?
Punk ni**az can't fade the mack, livin fat
Gettin paid to rap, it's like that, you motherf**kin bi**hes

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

Chorus 2X

Oh you too ni**a, don't think we ain't talkin bout your punk a*s
You old fake a*s ni**a
Standin there wearin all them Pendletons and khakis and all that
You soft as a motherf**kin grape
Ain't this a motherf**kin bi**h
I can see right through your flower a*s
Some of these ni**az is bi**hes 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 a*s bi**h out there
And there's plenty of em
You probably got one sittin next to you right now
Bobbin his fake a*s head to this, dope a*s s**t that he listenin to
Fake a*s motherf**kin bi**h, die in ninety-four