Fuck Em All Lyrics

2 Pac

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

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