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2Pac – Lie To Kick It (feat. Richie Rich) (Remixes Vol. 1 Album)

Yeah I dedicate this to my nigga Mike Tyson.
It’s all good.

You ain’t got to lie to kick it
To them tricks and them bitches
Out to get a nigga’s riches
[x2]

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.

You ain’t got to lie to kick it
To them tricks and them bitches
Out to get a nigga’s riches
[x4]

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 inside a casket
Rippin’ the shit like it’s my muthafucking last hit
Hey they wonder why a nigga’s nothin’ nice
and everytime I bust a nut I fuck for Tyson
Cause I know the real on the bitch
she got to skit ya just to get a nigga’s riches (fuck that bitch)
I pray to God that the bitch don’t get no dick
and got a nigga screamin’ Fuck That Bitch!

You ain’t got to lie to kick it
To them tricks and them bitches
Out to get a nigga’s riches
[x4]

Well if a bitch’ll be a bitch
Then a trick’ll be a trick
I’ve got my nigga Richie Rich and we be all up in the mix
this is Thug Life baby rollin’ hoes like Vogues
Stay the fuck up out of mine
and I’ll stay out of yours
It’s a Oakland thang and bitch you wouldn’t understand
This Tanqueray got me screamin’ Fuck yo’ man.
But now you beefing on the strength
that you was thinkin’ I was jocking
Hey bitch I got no time for hoes I’m steady clockin’
and if it ain’t about a buck I gives a fuck
it’s raggedy hoes like you that keep a nigga stuck
so what’s up with them low life bitches tryin’ to play me
Bitch you better see Trojan about yo’ baby (Ha ha)
Trickin’ niggas better catch up on they pimpin’
Cause bitches love to catch a nigga when they slipping

You ain’t got to lie to kick it
To them tricks and them bitches
Out to get a nigga’s riches
[x5]

Chris Brown – Ayo (MMGMix) Lyrics

[Intro]
I need you (x8)

[Hook: Chris Brown]
We poppin’ like ayo
All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down
Screaming like ayo
I’mma take her ass down when she bring her friend around
Fuck ‘em both like ayo
I’m a bougie ass nigga left the roof at home
We popping like ayo, ayo, ayo
But don’t be acting like I need you

[Rick Ross] It’s Ricky Ross
Just checking in with my little homies
Chris, Ty what it do

[Verse 1:Rick Ross]
New money, new year, it’s time to boss up
Dm a couple bitches just to toss up (Uh)
Chick smiling cause she know she want the whole clique (Woo)
We show each other, then she send us all the same pic
Money lost, we got a thermal and a celly on
Let me shoutout these two niggas on another song
It’s for my homies, yeah the ones who never coming home
I gave my chain to your son, I stay forever loyal
New crib on the water, you should see it nigga
40 bitches in the crib, top tier nigga
Chanel bags on the first day
We go and get it in the worst way

[Hook:Chris Brown]

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Ahhh! Aye babe this my new shit
I’m the black Richie Rich with the roof missing
If it don’t make dollars it don’t make sense
Z, wake up like I gotta get it
And I got an engine full of trunk space
I get money three ways, fucking bitches three ways
7 different foreigns plus she no hablé
But I make that bitch walk for some cheesecake
Yeah, I’m the coldest nigga, icy
Looking in the mirror like I wish I can be me
She too into me, I’m more into money
My hobby’s her body, that pussy’s my lobby
I’mma eat it, I’mma eat it
I don’t lie, hope my dick’s, too conceited
Uh, told her she’s my wife for the weekend
But don’t be acting like I need you cause we poppin’ like

[Hook: Chris Brown]

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
I’m in a Rolls, you don’t roll right
My chain shine brighter than a strobe light
I’m tryna fuck Coco, this don’t concern Ice
If I motorboat, she gon’ motorbike
A nigga ain’t worried about nothin’
Rehabilitation just had me worried about fucking
Money, decision-making only worried about stunting
She worried about me, her nigga worried about cuffing
I wanna see her body (bodyyyy)
She said get inside of me
I wanna feel you baby (yeahhh)
Just bring the animal right out of me
We loving, she love it
Specially when I go down on her
Now we fucking, she thugging
Getting loud (cause we poppin’ like)

[Hook: Chris Brown]

[Verse 4: Chris Brown & (Tyga)]
Huh, look, alright
Now I can spot your bitch from a mile away
Valentine in that pussy, it’s a holiday
(Uh, you losing money, I win mills, Dr. J
She going to follow my lead, Simon Says)
Paper, paper, I’m riding Scrapers in California
Car smelling like ammonia, we got that stank on us
(Never been an Outkast that stank on ya
From the ghetto but my bitch like Apollonia)
We in the hood, tatted like a Mexican
Car too fast, give a fuck about pedestrians
(And my section less niggas, more lesbians)
Got your bitch, I’m that nigga
(Yeah we poppin’ like)

[Hook: Chris Brown]

[Outro: Tyga]
This that fly shit, King shit only
Drop top, no roof – ahhh!

Chris Brown – Ayo lyrics

[Intro]
I need you
I need you
I need you
I need you
I need you
I need you
I need you
I need you

[Hook: Chris Brown]
We poppin’ like ayo
All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down
Screaming like ayo
I’mma take her ass down when she bring her friend around
Fuck ‘em both like ayo
I’m a bougie ass nigga left the roof at home
We popping like ayo, ayo, ayo
But don’t be acting like I need you

[Verse 1: Tyga]
Ahhh! Aye babe this my new shit
I’m the black Richie Rich with the roof missing
If it don’t make dollars it don’t make sense
Z, wake up like I gotta get it
And I got an engine full of trunk space
I get money three ways, fucking bitches three ways
7 different foreigns plus she no hablé
But I make that bitch walk for some cheesecake
Yeah, I’m the coldest nigga, icy
Looking in the mirror like I wish I can be me
She too into me, I’m more into money
My hobby’s her body, that pussy’s my lobby
I’mma eat it, I’mma eat it
I don’t lie, hope my dick’s, too conceited
Uh, told her she’s my wife for the weekend
But don’t be acting like I need you cause we poppin’ like

[Hook: Chris Brown]
We poppin’ like ayo
All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down
Screaming like ayo
I’mma take her ass down when she bring her friend around
Fuck ‘em both like ayo
I’m a bougie ass nigga left the roof at home
We popping like ayo, ayo, ayo
But don’t be acting like I need you

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
I’m in a Rolls, you don’t roll right
My chain shine brighter than a strobe light
I’m tryna fuck Coco, this don’t concern Ice
If I motorboat, she gon’ motorbike
A nigga ain’t worried about nothin’
Rehabilitation just had me worried about fucking
Money, decision-making only worried about stunting
She worried about me, her nigga worried about cuffing
I wanna see her body (bodyyyy)
She said get inside of me
I wanna feel you baby (yeahhh)
Just bring the animal right out of me
We loving, she love it
Specially when I go down on her
Now we fucking, she thugging
Getting loud (cause we poppin’ like)

[Hook: Chris Brown]
We poppin’ like ayo
All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down
Screaming like ayo
I’mma take her ass down when she bring her friend around
Fuck ‘em both like ayo
I’m a bougie ass nigga left the roof at home
We popping like ayo, ayo, ayo
But don’t be acting like I need you

[Verse 3: Chris Brown & (Tyga)]
Huh, look, alright
Now I can spot your bitch from a mile away
Valentine in that pussy, it’s a holiday
(Uh, you losing money, I win mills, Dr. J
She going to follow my lead, Simon Says)
Paper, paper, I’m riding Scrapers in California
Car smelling like ammonia, we got that stank on us
(Never been an outcast that stank on ya
From the ghetto but my bitch like Apollonia)
We in the hood, tatted like a Mexican
Car too fast, give a fuck about pedestrians
(And my section less niggas, more lesbians)
Got your bitch, I’m that nigga
(Yeah we poppin’ like)

[Hook: Chris Brown]
We poppin’ like ayo
All my bitches got real hair chilling with the top down
Screaming like ayo
I’mma take her ass down when she bring her friend around
Fuck ‘em both like ayo
I’m a bougie ass nigga left the roof at home
We popping like ayo, ayo, ayo
But don’t be acting like I need you

[Outro: Tyga]
This that fly shit, King shit only
Drop top, no roof
Ahhh!