Fake Ass Bitches Lyrics - R U Still Down? (remember Me) - 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 this shit 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 fuck you think a trick is nigga 

Nigga done stick and wet his dick 

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 motherfuckin 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 Hesitate 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 motherfucking mack tonight 

Stay that stay strapped cause my raps is tight 

You fuckin punks, I hate you snitches 

Went against the grain and the game to be fake ass bitches 

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(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 this shit like this here) 

2Pac 

I can't stand fake ass bitches 

Lyin ass niggaz and you punk ass snitches 

(Repite 2X) 

Time to show these bustas who's boss 

Run up on a real motherfucker and get tossed 

The game is deep, and thicker than a motherfuckin 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 my DICK 

So how about hittin a motherfucker on my pager 

Busy now bitch but you can give me the pussy later 

Fly how I fade her, played her like a game of Sega 

Fuckin with the player that made her, huh 

And I ain't sleepin caught you creepin for my money 

Got the dick and now you get the pistol honey (bitch) 

So get the bozack, knockin hoes back, keep my dough stacked 

So where the motherfuckin hoes at? 

Punk niggaz can't fade the mack, livin fat 

Gettin paid to rap, it's like that, you motherfuckin bitches 

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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 

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 motherfuckin grape 

Ain't this a motherfuckin 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 this shit 

Y'all take this shit and you play this shit 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 motherfuckin bitch, die in ninety-four