2Pac - No Mercy lyrics

Tell me about these fake ass bitches

Look here little nigga
Most of these niggas be bitches too
But you'll never hear that side of the story
So uhh, we finna do this shit like this

It's like I tell my niggas
Keep your eyes on these bitches
They love to G a nigga
Young dumb and gettin riches
What the fuck you think a trick is nigga
Nigga done stick and wet his dick
And then get tricked out all his
Riches by a - BITCH!
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 nigga toss her
It's like a motherfuckin priveledge
So don't give up your conversation
Give that bitch your 7 digit's
When she call ya, ask that tramp whassup
And if she hesitate, nigga hang up, worrrd up
And let that bitch meditate to the dial tone
And call me when you're ready to bone
And it's on a motherfucking mack tonight
Stay that stay strapped cause
My raps is tight
You fuckin punks, I hate you snitches
Went against the grain and the game
To be fake ass bitches

(God, damn! You can't just hit
Them niggas with that game
And expect them to accept it girl
Your heard me it gets skanless
But we gonna kick this shit like this here)

I can't stand fake ass bitches
Lyin ass niggas and you punk ass snitches

Time to show these bustas who's boss
Run up on a real motherfucker and get tossed
The game is deep
And thicker than a motherfuckin jimmy
Broke hoes runnin round yellin "Gimme!"
I can't stand it
Hoes talkin bout they got a man
Shit all I wanted her to do is suck my DICK
So how about hittin a
Motherfucker on my pager
Busy now bitch but you can
Give me the pussy later fly how I fade her
Played her like a game of Sega
Fuckin with the player that done made her
Huh and I ain't sleepin caught you
Creepin for my money
Got the dick and now you get the pistol honey
(bitch)
So get the bozack, knockin hoes back
Keep my dough stacked
So where the motherfuckin hoes at?
Punk niggas can't fade the mack, livin fat
Gettin paid to rap, it's like that
You motherfuckin bitches

Oh you too nigga
Don't think we ain't talkin
Bout your punk ass you old fake ass nigga
Standin there wearin all them Pendletons
And khakis and all that
You soft as a motherfuckin grape
Ain't this a motherfuckin bitch
I can see right through your flower ass
Some of these niggas is bitches too
Man I tell ya
It's gonna be harder and harder to
Be a Thug in ninety-fo'
But we gonna do this shit
Y'all take this shit and you play
This shit for every single
Fake ass bitch out there
And there's plenty of em
You probably got one sittin next
To you right now
Bobbin his fake ass head to this
Dope ass shit that he listenin to
Fake ass motherfuckin bitch
Die in ninety-four