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2PAC lyrics : "Lie To Kick It"

(feat. Richie Rich)
(If she didn't wanna $#&@ then she never would've called you) [Repeated]
Yeah I dedicate this to my ^!$$% Mike Tyson.

It's all good.

[Chorus]

You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks and them (*##$es
Out to get a ^!$$%'s riches

[Repeat]

[Verse 1: Richie Rich]


Jack of all trades ballin' like Jordan you punk
fake inside the paint in fact I know you can't

do half of the %#@! that you was claimin' in the county
Suckas on yo jock you claim you run the block
Polyurethane busta cracked in half

you claim you folding bank but I know yo bank stank
I lived around the corner I seen you fully smoked
Must I say some more you weighed a buck 04

you sold ya TV for a buck cause it was way too late
Now they sent you upstate and you done gained some weight
You's a baller lying to them youngstas quick

got them thinking you sick and representing yo click
But you's an old basehead kickin' too much hype
yo bicentennial pipe it got rally stripes

And if they knew yo identity
you'd probably be the victim of a sticking (ugh ugh)
You ain't got to lie to kick it.


[Chorus 4x]


[Verse 2: 2Pac]

You ain't got to lie to kick it

y'all don't hear me
I got these ^!$$%s yackin' in my face
about some %#@! that never took place

And what you see is what you get
that's what he told me
I peeped it in his pose

exposed the $#&@ing phony
I'm gettin' richer so they claim to be my homie
with them (*##$es they be freaky

they don't know me
Hey it's gettin drastic
Gunnin ^!$$%s down cause they plastic

Sleep on a G and get that $$# kicked
and stuffed in a casket
Rippin' the %#@! like it's my mutha$#&@ing last hit

Hey they wonder why a ^!$$%'s nothin' nice
and everytime I bust a nut I $#&@ for Tyson
Cause I know the real on the (*##$

she got to skit ya just to get a ^!$$%'s riches ($#&@ that (*##$)
I pray to God that the (*##$ don't get no dick
and got a ^!$$% screamin' $#&@ That (*##$!


[Chorus]


[Verse 3: Pac & Rich]

Well if a (*##$'ll be a (*##$

Then a trick'll be a trick
I've got my ^!$$% Richie Rich and we be all up in the mix
this is Thug Life baby rollin' hoes like Vogues

Stay the $#&@ up out of mine
and I'll stay out of yours
It's a Oakland thang and (*##$ you wouldn't understand

This Tanqueray got me screamin' $#&@ yo' man.
But now you beefing on the strength
that you was thinkin' I was jocking

Hey (*##$ I got no time for hoes I'm steady clockin'
and if it ain't about a buck I gives a $#&@
it's raggedy hoes like you that keep a ^!$$% stuck

so what's up with them low life (*##$es tryin' to play me
(*##$ you better see Trojan about yo' baby (Ha ha)
Trickin' ^!$$%s better catch up on they pimpin'
Cause (*##$es love to catch a ^!$$% when they slipping


[Chorus 'til end]

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