Tell me about these fake ass bitches Well here you little nigga Most of these niggas be bitches too But you'll never hear that side of the story So uh, we finna do this *** like this It's like I tell my niggas, keep your eyes on these bitches They're not a chill nigga, young, dumb, and getting riches What the *** you think a trick is nigga? Nigga that's thinking where this dick at nigga Tricked out all his bitches by a bitch I made it school you to the rules of the game It'll cost ya, think you own it all just cause She let a nigga toss her, it's like a mother***ing crib So don't give up free conversation Get that bitch on seven digits when she call ya That's that little tramp, what's up? And if she has a type, make her hang up Word up, and let that bitch meditate to the dial tone And call me when you're ready to bowl And it's on, I'm mother***ing mad tonight Stay backstage black cause my raps is tight ***in' punks, I hate you snitches Winner gets 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, you heard niggas feelings We don't kick this *** like this, here I can't stand fake ass bitches Fine ass niggas and your punk ass snitches I can't stand fake ass bitches Fine ass niggas and your punk ass snitches Tommy's on his monster suits, boss Run up on a real mother***er and get drunk The game is steep And thicker than a mother***ing jimmy Rope hoes runnin' round yelling, gimme I can't stand it, who's talkin' bout they got a man Said all I wanted to do was *** So how about getting a mother***er on my face I'm a busy damn bitch, but you can give me the pussy later Fly how I'm afraid of, later like a game of Sega *** it, what the ***, I got it made of And I ain't sleeping cause you're creeping for my money Got the dick and now you get the piss of the money, bitch So get the bozak, knocking hoes back Keep my nose stacked, so where the mother***ing hoes at Punk niggas can't fade to math Living fat, getting paid to rap It's like that, you mother***ing bitches You mother***ing bitches Yeah, she educated a new bunch of you old raggedy ass niggas So y'all take that *** back to y'all Camp And uh, you sleep on the dick It's like I can't stand fake ass bitches Lyin' ass niggas And your punk ass stitches I can't stand fake ass bitches Lyin' ass niggas And your punk ass stitches I can't stand fake ass bitches Lyin' ass niggas And your punk ass snitches I can't stand fake ass bitches Lyin' ass niggas And your punk ass STITCHES Oh, you too nigga I would think we ain't talkin' about your punk ass You old fake ass nigga Standin' there wearin' all them penitentians And khakis and all that You soft as a mother***in' grape Ain't this a mother***in' bitch I can see right through your flower ass Some of these niggas is bitches too, man, I tell you It's gon' be harder and harder to be a thug in 94 But we gon' do this *** Y'all take this *** and you play this *** For every single fake ass bitch out there And there's plenty of them You probably got one *** next to you right now Bobbin' his fake ass head to this Dope ass *** that he listenin' to Fake ass mother***in' bitch Die in 94