Lie To Kick It

(feat. Richie Rich)

(If she didn't wanna fk then she never would've called you) Repeated
Yeah I dedicate this to my nigg* Mike Tyson.
It's all good.

Chorus
You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks and them girls
Out to get a nigg*'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 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 fking phony
I'm gettin' richer so they claim to be my homie
with them girls they be freaky
they don't know me
Hey it's gettin drastic
Gunnin down cause they plastic
Sleep on a G and get that as* kicked
and stuffed in a casket
Rippin' the s**t like it's my muth*fking last hit
Hey they wonder why a nigg*'s nothin' nice
and everytime I bust a nut I fk for Tyson
Cause I know the real on the b*tch
she got to skit ya just to get a nigg*'s riches (fk that b*tch)
I pray to God that the b*tch don't get no d*ck
and got a nigg* screamin' fck That b*tch!

Chorus

Verse 3: Pac & Rich

Well if a b*tch'll be a b*tch
Then a trick'll be a trick
I've got my nigg* Richie Rich and we be all up in the mix
this is Thug Life baby rollin' hoes like Vogues
Stay the fk up out of mine
and I'll stay out of yours
It's a Oakland thang and b*tch you wouldn't understand
This Tanqueray got me screamin' fck yo' man.
But now you beefing on the strength
that you was thinkin' I was jocking
Hey b*tch I got no time for hoes I'm steady clockin'
and if it ain't about a buck I gives a fk
it's raggedy hoes like you that keep a nigg* stuck
so what's up with them low life girls tryin' to play me
b*tch you better see Trojan about yo' baby (Ha ha)
Trickin' better catch up on they pimpin'
Cause girls love to catch a nigg* when they slipping

Chorus 'til end