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Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me) Song: Fake a*s bi**hes *little kid* Tell me about these fake a*s bi**hes [2Pac] Look here little ni**a Most of these ni**az be bi**hes too but you'll never hear that side of the story So uhh, we finna do this s**t like this It's like I tell my ni**az, keep your eyes on these bi**hes They love to G a ni**a young dumb and gettin riches What the f**k you think a trick is ni**a ni**a done stick and wet his d**k and then get tricked out all his riches by a -- bi**h! 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 ni**a toss her It's like a motherf**kin priveledge So don't give up your conversation, give that bi**h your 7 digits When she call ya, ask that tramp wha*sup And if she is the type of ni**a hang up, worrrd up And let that bi**h meditate to the dial tone And call me when you're ready to bone, and it's on A motherf**king mack tonight Stay that stay strapped cause my raps is tight You f**kin punks, I hate you snitches Went against the grain and the game to be fake a*s bi**hes (God, damn! You can't just hit them ni**az with that game and expect them to accept it; girl your heard me it gets skanless. But we gonna kick this s**t like this here) Chorus: 2Pac I can't stand fake a*s bi**hes Lyin a*s ni**az and you punk a*s snitches (repeat 2X) Time to show these bustas who's boss Run up on a real motherf**ker and get tossed The game is deep, and thicker than a motherf**kin jimmy Broke hoes runnin round yellin "Gimme!" I can't stand it, hoes talkin bout they got a man s**t all I wanted her to do is suck my d**k So how about hittin a motherf**ker on my pager Busy now bi**h but you can give me the pussy later Fly how I fade her, played her like a game of Sega f**kin with the player that done made her, huh And I ain't sleepin caught you creepin for my money Got the d**k and now you get the pistol honey (bi**h) So get the bozack, knockin hoes back, keep my dough stacked So where the motherf**kin hoes at? Punk ni**az can't fade the mack, livin fat Gettin paid to rap, it's like that, you motherf**kin bi**hes Yeah, yeah that's my motto She educated a whole bunch of you old raggedy-a*s ni**az So y'all take that s**t back to y'all camp and uhh you sleep on that there, it's like Chorus 2X Oh you too ni**a, don't think we ain't talkin bout your punk a*s You old fake a*s ni**a Standin there wearin all them Pendletons and khakis and all that You soft as a motherf**kin grape Ain't this a motherf**kin bi**h I can see right through your flower a*s Some of these ni**az is bi**hes too, man I tell ya It's gonna be harder and harder to be a Thug in ninety-fo' but we gonna do this s**t Y'all take this s**t and you play this s**t for every single fake a*s bi**h out there And there's plenty of em You probably got one sittin next to you right now Bobbin his fake a*s head to this, dope a*s s**t that he listenin to Fake a*s motherf**kin bi**h, die in ninety-four