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Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me) Song: Lie To Kick It (If she didn't wanna f**k then she never would've called you) Repeated Yeah I dedicate this to my ni**a Mike Tyson. It's all good. Chorus You ain't got to lie to kick it To them tricks and them bi**hes Out to get a ni**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 s**t 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 ni**as yackin' in my face about some s**t 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 f**king phony I'm gettin' richer so they claim to be my homie with them bi**hes they be freaky they don't know me Hey it's gettin drastic Gunnin ni**as down cause they plastic Sleep on a G and get that a*s kicked and stuffed in a casket Rippin' the s**t like it's my muthaf**king last hit Hey they wonder why a ni**a's nothin' nice and everytime I bust a nut I f**k for Tyson Cause I know the real on the bi**h she got to skit ya just to get a ni**a's riches (f**k that bi**h) I pray to God that the bi**h don't get no d**k and got a ni**a screamin' f**k That bi**h! Chorus Verse 3: Pac & Rich Well if a bi**h'll be a bi**h Then a trick'll be a trick I've got my ni**a Richie Rich and we be all up in the mix this is Thug Life baby rollin' hoes like Vogues Stay the f**k up out of mine and I'll stay out of yours It's a Oakland thang and bi**h you wouldn't understand This Tanqueray got me screamin' f**k yo' man. But now you beefing on the strength that you was thinkin' I was jocking Hey bi**h I got no time for hoes I'm steady clockin' and if it ain't about a buck I gives a f**k it's raggedy hoes like you that keep a ni**a stuck so what's up with them low life bi**hes tryin' to play me bi**h you better see Trojan about yo' baby (Ha ha) Trickin' ni**as better catch up on they pimpin' Cause bi**hes love to catch a ni**a when they slipping Chorus 'til end
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