Lyrical Breakdown of 2Pac - Lie To Kick It - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "2Pac - Lie To Kick It" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how 2Pac weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "2Pac - Lie To Kick It" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
  • Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that 2Pac employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Yeah, if she didn't wanna fuck Then she never should've called you I dedicate this to my nigga, Mike Tyson If she didn't wanna fuck Then she never should've called you You ain't got to lie to kick it To them tricks an' them bitches Out to get a nigga's riches You ain't got to lie to kick it To them tricks an' them bitches Out to get a nigga's riches 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 foldin' 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 an' you done gained some weight You's a baller, lyin' to them youngstas quick Got them thinkin' you sick an' representin' yo' click But you's an old basehead, kickin' too much hype Yo' bicentennial pipe, it got rally stripes An' if they knew yo' identity you'd probably be the victim of a stickin' You ain't got to lie to kick it You ain't got to lie to kick it To them tricks an' them bitches Out to get a nigga's riches You ain't got to lie to kick it To them tricks an' them bitches Out to get a nigga's riches You ain't got to lie to kick it To them tricks an' them bitches Out to get a nigga's riches You ain't got to lie to kick it To them tricks an' them bitches Out to get a nigga's riches 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 An' what you see is what you get, that's what he told me I peeped it in his pose, exposed the fuckin' 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 an' get that ass kicked An' stuffed inside a casket Rippin' the shit like it's my muthafuckin' last hit Hey an' wonder why a nigga's nothin' nice An' every time 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 I pray to God that the bitch don't get no dick An' got a nigga screamin', "Fuck that bitch" You ain't got to lie to kick it To them tricks an' them bitches Out to get a nigga's riches You ain't got to lie to kick it To them tricks an' them bitches Out to get a nigga's riches You ain't got to lie to kick it To them tricks an' them bitches Out to get a nigga's riches You ain't got to lie to kick it To them tricks an' them bitches Out to get a nigga's riches Well if a bitch'll be a bitch, then a trick'll be a trick I've got my nigga, Richie Rich an' we be all up in the mix This is 'Thug Life', baby, rollin' hoes like Vogues Stay the fuck up out of mine an' I'll stay outta yours It's a Oakland thang an' bitch, you wouldn't understand This Tanqueray got me screamin', "Fuck yo' man" But now you beefin' on the strength that you was thinkin' I was jockin' Hey bitch, I got no time for hoes, I'm steady clockin' An' 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 Trickin' niggas better catch up on they pimpin' 'Cause bitches love to catch a nigga when they slippin' You ain't got to lie to kick it To them tricks an' them bitches Out to get a nigga's riches You ain't got to lie to kick it To them tricks an' them bitches Out to get a nigga's riches You ain't got to lie to kick it To them tricks an' them bitches Out to get a nigga's riches You ain't got to lie to kick it To them tricks an' them bitches Out to get a nigga's riches You ain't got to lie to kick it To them tricks an' them bitches Out to get a nigga's riches You ain't got to lie to kick it To them tricks an' them bitches Out to get a nigga's riches You ain't got to lie to kick it To them tricks an' them bitches Out to get a nigga's riches