Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lie To Kick It, artist - 2Pac. Date of issue: 31.12.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lie To Kick It |
| Yeah I dedicate this to my nigga Mike Tyson. |
| It’s all good. |
| You ain’t got to lie to kick it To them tricks and them bitches |
| Out to get a nigga’s riches |
| 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 shit 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. |
| Verse 2: 2Pac |
| You ain’t got to lie to kick it |
| y’all don’t hear me I got these niggas yackin’in my face |
| about some shit 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 fucking phony |
| I’m gettin’richer so they claim to be my homie |
| with them bitches they be freaky |
| they don’t know me Hey it’s gettin drastic |
| Gunnin niggas down cause they plastic |
| Sleep on a G and get that ass kicked |
| and stuffed in a casket |
| Rippin’the shit like it’s my muthafucking last hit |
| Hey they wonder why a nigga’s nothin’nice |
| and everytime I bust a nut I fuck for Tyson |
| Cause I know the real on the bitch |
| she got to skit ya just to get a nigga’s riches (fuck that bitch) |
| I pray to God that the bitch don’t get no dick |
| and got a nigga screamin’Fuck That Bitch! |
| Verse 3: Pac &Rich |
| Well if a bitch’ll be a bitch |
| Then a trick’ll be a trick |
| I’ve got my nigga Richie Rich and we be all up in the mix |
| this is Thug Life baby rollin’hoes like Vogues |
| Stay the fuck up out of mine |
| and I’ll stay out of yours |
| It’s a Oakland thang and bitch you wouldn’t understand |
| This Tanqueray got me screamin’Fuck yo’man. |
| But now you beefing on the strength |
| that you was thinkin’I was jocking |
| Hey bitch I got no time for hoes I’m steady clockin' |
| and if it ain’t about a buck I gives a fuck |
| it’s raggedy hoes like you that keep a nigga stuck |
| so what’s up with them low life bitches tryin’to play me Bitch you better see Trojan about yo’baby (Ha ha) |
| Trickin’niggas better catch up on they pimpin' |
| Cause bitches love to catch a nigga when they slipping |
| Chorus 'til end |