[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 dick

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 mother$#&@in priveledge
So don't give up your conversation, give that (*##$ your 7 digits
When she call ya, ask that tramp whassup

And if she hesitate, ^!$$% 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 mother$#&@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 mother$#&@er and get tossed
The game is deep, and thicker than a mother$#&@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 DICK

So how about hittin a mother$#&@er on my pager
Busy now (*##$ but you can give me the #~!!@ later
Fly how I fade her, played her like a game of Sega

$#&@in with the player that done made her, huh
And I ain't sleepin caught you creepin for my money
Got the dick and now you get the pistol honey ((*##$)

So get the bozack, knockin hoes back, keep my dough stacked
So where the mother$#&@in hoes at?
Punk ^!$$%z can't fade the mack, livin fat

Gettin paid to rap, it's like that, you mother$#&@in (*##$es

Yeah, yeah that's my motto

She educated a whole bunch of you old raggedy-ass ^!$$%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 mother$#&@in grape
Ain't this a mother$#&@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 $$# mother$#&@in (*##$, die in ninety-four