Fuck Em All - 2Pac
You a what? Bad Boy Killaz
(That's right b_tch, F_ck em' all)
Hahaha yeah n_gga, f_ck em' all
(That's right b_tch, F_ck em' all)
F_ck all you muthaf_ckers
Ay Yo Biggie Put your hands up
[Verse 1: Tupac]
Now I can make it happen
My rappin' is similar to muthaf_ckers
When they scrappin'
Blast and watch em' back up
Notorious biggie killer
Affiliation with death row
N_ggaz get their caps pealed back
Fool this the west coast
F_ck a misdemeanor I'm raisin hell like felonies
Mr. Makaveli straight outta jail to sellin' these
Intoxicated we duplicated but never faded
Now that we made it my adversaries is player hatin'
Got a Mercedes for these tricks
That thought I quit
Then got a drop top jag for these b_tches that's on my d_ck
Go to a club in a pack
I'm smokin' bud in the back
I wait for n_ggaz to trip
Cause b_tch I love to scrap
Now mama raised me as a thug n_gga
With love n_ggaz
I'm a millionaire started as a drug dealer
I went from rocks to zines
Writing raps and movies
I went from trustin'' these tricks now they all want to sue me
So F_ck em' all
[Chorus]
(That's right b_tch, F_ck em' all)
(Young Noble) Come put your hands up in the air, it's a middle finger affair, yeah
(That's right b_tch, F_ck em' all)
[Verse 2: Kadafi]
Now could you picture my criminal status at its f_ckin' peak
Even the baddest be gettin murdered in they seats
I'm addicted to these streets
like crack is to these creeps
Seein' visions of a prison
wake up screamin' in my sleep
Is there a heaven in this hell
a possibility of livin' well
But if they killin' me
I get my stripes and whose to tell
Choosing to sell
I'd rather die and be deceased
World mob figga addicted to these f_cking streets
[Verse 3: Edi]
Now put your muthaf_cking hands up
If you'se a rider (ride)
N_ggaz ain't killers
So they hidin'
Why?
F_ck em' all, touch em' all
That's the way that we do it
Ride up, hop the f_ck out watch that b_tch n_gga lose it
Man I'm as strong as this game
Ya'll be knowing my name (Edi)
A young high strung thug n_gga
Created by pain
Livin' my life in the fast lane
Gettin' f_cked by the past
Got my mind on my cash and my next piece of ass
So f_ck em' all
[Chorus]
(That's right b_tch, F_ck em' all)
(young noble) Come put your hands up in the air, It's a middle finger
affair, yeah
(That's right b_tch, F_ck em' all)
(young noble) I do my girl all by my lonely, don't need no phony homey to
call me
(That's right b_tch, F_ck em' all)
(young noble) Back off I hit at everyone of you homies, so don't get
comfortable, I'm runnin' you
(That's right b_tch, F_ck em' all)
(young noble) N_gga, we Outlaw ridah'z don't give a f_ck if ya love us we
thuggin'
[Verse 4: Tupac]
I got glad bags with enemies
Cut up so they remember me
Soaked up in Hennessey
So they relatives know it's me
You can bet your last dollar
I'll d_ck em' and holla
Ridin' these hoochies
Like they some heavy ass Chevy impalas
Jump up and get your ass shot up
For the profit pick my glock up
I'm bustin' in self defense ya see
Poppin' nobody got em'
Holla Outlaw riders
Mash up on the gas pedal
Vacate the scene
Count the cash and stash the precious metal
Here come the coppers
The swat team and the helicopters
Them crackers is crazy
Why? Cause they'll never stop us
I watch Arnold Swarchzenegger
bust some body in the movie
Now I want to do it too
Ohh, ohh n_ggaz is too through
True to the game
I claim Outlaw riders
We give a f_ck what they try
I'm...
[Verse 5: Young Noble]
Cause Young Noble behind it
Can you picture me stickin' n_ggaz for they watch and chain
Kick back lil n_gga
And watch the game
Get your mobb rocked and what-not
We keep it poppin' like a drug spot
The streets know what's hot
Trust me
[Verse 6: Napoleon]
Even my hood call me baby Malcolm X with the tek's
Shower some slugs on em'
I've got a brother don't rest
And he keep some drugs on him
Always in grind mood
Hustle to find food
Ever seen faces of death
That's what my nine do
[Verse 7: Kastro]
I keep my mind on my money
And my money on my mind
With my back against the wall
Like I'm runnin' outta time
Even rap with a gat
I must be goin' out my mind
Like I'm up against the world
This guerilla team of mine
Screamin'
Thug Life B_tch, F_ck em' all
(That's right b_tch, F_ck em all)
And die for em'
Even if them the last n_gga left I'ma ride for em'
Feel me?
Until they kill me, that's how I'm rollin'
F_ck em' all
Let them die
That's my slogan
F_ck em' all
[Chorus]
(That's right b_tch, F_ck em all)
(Young Noble) Come put your hands up in the air, It's a middle finger affair, yeah
(That's right b_tch, F_ck em all)
(Young Noble) I do my girl up by my lonely, don't need no phony homey to call me
(That's right b_tch, F_ck em all)
(Young Noble) Back off I hit at everyone of you homies so don't get comfortable, I'm runnin' you
(That's right b_tch, F_ck em all)
(Young Noble) N_gga, we Outlaw ridah'z don't give a f_ck if ya love us we thuggin'
(That's right b_tch, F_ck em all) [repeat 2 times to fade]
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