(If she didn't wanna fuck then she never would've called you) Repeated

Yeah I dedicate this to my nigga Mike Tyson.

It's all good.



Chorus

You ain't got to lie to kick it

To them tricks and them bitches

Out to get a nigga'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 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.



Chorus 4x



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