[little kid] Tell me about these fake ass bitches [2Pac] Look here little nigga Most of these niggaz be bitches too but you ll never hear that side of the story So uhh
we finna do like this It s like I tell my niggaz
keep your eyes on these bitches They love to G a nigga young dumb and gettin riches What the you think a trick is nigga Nigga done stick and wet and then get tricked out all his riches by a -- BITCH! 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 nigga toss her It s like a mother in priveledge So don t give up your conversation
give that bitch your 7 digits When she call ya
ask that tramp whassup And if she is the type of nigga hang up
worrrd up And let that bitch 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 ass bitches (God
damn! You can t just hit them niggaz with that game and expect them to accept it; girl your heard me it gets skanless.
But we gonna kick like this here) [Chorus: 2Pac] I can t stand fake ass bitches Lyin ass niggaz and you punk ass 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 Shit all I wanted her to do is suck So how about hittin a mother er on my pager Busy now bitch 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 and now you get the pistol honey (bitch) So get the bozack
knockin hoes back
keep my dough stacked So where the mother in hoes at? Punk niggaz can t fade the mack
livin fat Gettin paid to rap
it s like that
you mother in bitches Yeah
yeah that s my motto She educated a whole bunch of you old raggedy-ass niggaz So y all take that shit back to y all camp and uhh you sleep on that there
it s like [Chorus 2X] Oh you too nigga
don t think we ain t talkin bout your punk ass You old fake ass nigga Standin there wearin all them Pendletons and khakis and all that You soft as a mother in grape Ain t this a mother in bitch I can see right through your flower ass Some of these niggaz is bitches too
man I tell ya It s gonna be harder and harder to be a Thug in ninety-fo but we gonna do Y all take and you play for every single fake ass bitch out there And there s plenty of em You probably got one sittin next to you right now Bobbin his fake ass head to this
dope ass shit that he listenin to Fake ass mother in bitch
die in ninety-four