[2Pac]



Dont call me bitch, punk niggas and all fakers

weak mufuckas aint nothin but playa haters.

fakers, and all you ever did was hold me down,slow me down

but everybody knows me know

so what you do is sit and think of a plot.

how the hell can we make money off a nigga like 2pac.

this shit dropped and it got me hot.

niggaz smiled like a bitch, why i gave you props.

i should have saw it at the tip off.

but you was riding my dick a little bit and wouldnt get off.

so i couldnt see the real mission.

cause you smile in my face, and when i leave straight dissin.

what my partna told me. yo pac watch yo back everybody aint ya homey.

should have saw you at the front as a fake.

a envinous snake ready to take my fuckin plate.

guess ill never have a friend like this

i clunch my fist and let it end like this.

and we can handle it the way we must.

but its dust for a nigga that betrays my trust.

dont call me bitch.



[Chorus] x 2



dont call me

dont call me bitch



[2Pac]



You try to be lady like.

you were your clothes so tight that you excite the gay type.

and at night girl wants to get freaky.

when i see you in the daytime youre squeaky.

clean,what i mean is ya cant be a fean for the green

and expect to get treated like a queen.

cause the brothas on the block aint havin it

let your fatass pass lil scandlous bitch.

i came equipted with some shit to get ya tipsey.

cause a bitch is a bitch she will use any trick to get me.

and last year i use to be acquaint.

runnin around sayin trust a bitch but now i caint.

in 92 im living heartless.

tryin to make a million out of 14 tracks so dont start shit.

niggaz need to mind they own.

cause the time is on for t