2 Pac - Fuck Em All lyrics

Album: Better Dayz, Disc 1 (2002)

You a what? Bad Boy Killaz
(That is right bitch, F*ck em´ all)
Hahaha yea nigga, f*ck em´ all
(That is right bitch, 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 & watch em´ back up
Notorious biggie killer
Affiliation with death row
Niggaz get their caps pealed back
Fool this the west coast
F*ck a misdemeanor I am 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 bitches that is on my dick
Go to a club in a pack
I am smokin´ bud in the back
I wait for niggaz to trip
Cause bitch I love to scrap
Now mama raised me as a thug nigga
With love niggaz
I am a millionaire started as a drug dealer
I went from rocks to zines
Writing raps & movies
I went from trustin´´ these tricks now they all wanna sue me
So F*ck em´ all

[Chorus]

(That is right bitch, F*ck em´ all)
(Young Noble) Come put your hands up in the air, it is a middle finger affair, yea
(That is right bitch, 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 am 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 & whose to tell
Choosing to sell
I would rather die & 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)
Niggaz aint killers
So they hidin´
Why?
F*ck em´ all, touch em´ all
That is the way that we do it
Ride up, hop the f*ck out watch that bitch nigga lose it
Man I am as strong as this game
Ya´ll be knowing my name (Edi)
A young high strung thug nigga
Created by pain
Livin´ my life in the fast lane
Gettin´ f*cked by the past
Got my mind on my cash & my next piece of ass
So f*ck em´ all

[Chorus]

(That is right bitch, F*ck em´ all)
(young noble) Come put your hands up in the air, It is a middle finger
affair, yea
(That is right bitch, F*ck em´ all)
(young noble) I do my girl all by my lonely, don´t need no phony homey to
call me
(That is right bitch, F*ck em´ all)
(young noble) Back off I hit at everyone of you homies, so don´t get
comfortable, I am runnin´ you
(That is right bitch, F*ck em´ all)
(young noble) Nigga, 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 is me
You can bet your last dollar
I will dick em´ & holla
Ridin´ these hoochies
Like they some heavy ass Chevy impalas
Jump up & get your ass shot up
For the profit pick my glock up
I am 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 & stash the precious metal
Here come the coppers
The swat team & the helicopters
Them crackers is crazy
Why? Cause they will never stop us
I watch Arnold Swarchzenegger
bust some body in the movie
Now I wanna do it too
Ohh, ohh niggaz is too through
True to the game
I claim Outlaw riders
We give a f*ck what they try
I am...

[Verse 5: Young Noble]

Cause Young Noble behind it
Can you picture me stickin´ niggaz for they watch & chain
Kick back lil nigga
And watch the game
Get your mobb rocked & 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 have 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 is 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 am runnin´ outta time
Even rap with a gat
I must be goin´ out my mind
Like I am up against the world
This guerilla team of mine
Screamin´

Thug Life Bitch, F*ck em´ all
(That is right bitch, F*ck ´em all)

And die for em´
Even if them the last nigga left I ama ride for em´
Feel me?
Till they kill me, that is how I am rollin´
F*ck em´ all
Let them die
That is my slogan
F*ck em´ all

[Chorus]

(That is right bitch, F*ck ´em all)
(Young Noble) Come put your hands up in the air, It is a middle finger affair, yea
(That is right bitch, F*ck ´em all)
(Young Noble) I do my girl up by my lonely, don´t need no phony homey to call me
(That is right bitch, F*ck ´em all)
(Young Noble) Back off I hit at everyone of you homies so don´t get comfortable, I am runnin´ you
(That is right bitch, F*ck ´em all)
(Young Noble) Nigga, we Outlaw ridah´z don´t give a f*ck if ya love us we thuggin´
(That is right bitch, F*ck ´em all) (repeat 2 times to fade)

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