2Pac

2Pac - Fuck Em All songtekst

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You a what? Bad Boy Killaz 

(That's right bitch, Fuck em' all) 

Hahaha yeah nigga, fuck em' all 

(That's right bitch, Fuck em' all) 

Fuck all you muthafuckers 

Ay Yo Biggie Put your hands up 

 

[Verse 1: Tupac] 

 

Now I can make it happen 

My rappin' is similar to muthafuckers 

When they scrappin' 

Blast and watch em' back up 

Notorious biggie killer 

Affiliation with death row 

Niggaz get their caps pealed back 

Fool this the west coast 

Fuck 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 bitches that's on my dick 

Go to a club in a pack 

I'm 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'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 Fuck em' all 

 

[Chorus] 

 

(That's right bitch, Fuck em' all) 

(Young Noble) Come put your hands up in the air, it's a middle finger affair, yeah 

(That's right bitch, Fuck em' all) 

 

[Verse 2: Kadafi] 

 

Now could you picture my criminal status at its fuckin' 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 fucking streets 

 

[Verse 3: Edi] 

 

Now put your muthafucking hands up 

If you'se a rider (ride) 

Niggaz ain't killers 

So they hidin' 

Why? 

Fuck em' all, touch em' all 

That's the way that we do it 

Ride up, hop the fuck out watch that bitch nigga lose it 

Man I'm 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' fucked by the past 

Got my mind on my cash and my next piece of ass 

So fuck em' all 

 

[Chorus] 

 

(That's right bitch, Fuck em' all) 

(young noble) Come put your hands up in the air, It's a middle finger 

affair, yeah 

(That's right bitch, Fuck em' all) 

(young noble) I do my girl all by my lonely, don't need no phony homey to 

call me 

(That's right bitch, Fuck 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 bitch, Fuck em' all) 

(young noble) Nigga, we Outlaw ridah'z don't give a fuck 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 dick 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 niggaz is too through 

True to the game 

I claim Outlaw riders 

We give a fuck what they try 

I'm... 

 

[Verse 5: Young Noble] 

 

Cause Young Noble behind it 

Can you picture me stickin' niggaz for they watch and chain 

Kick back lil nigga 

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 Bitch, Fuck em' all 

(That's right bitch, Fuck em all) 

 

And die for em' 

Even if them the last nigga left I'ma ride for em' 

Feel me? 

Until they kill me, that's how I'm rollin' 

Fuck em' all 

Let them die 

That's my slogan 

Fuck em' all 

 

[Chorus] 

 

(That's right bitch, Fuck em all) 

(Young Noble) Come put your hands up in the air, It's a middle finger affair, yeah 

(That's right bitch, Fuck em all) 

(Young Noble) I do my girl up by my lonely, don't need no phony homey to call me 

(That's right bitch, Fuck 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 bitch, Fuck em all) 

(Young Noble) Nigga, we Outlaw ridah'z don't give a fuck if ya love us we thuggin' 

(That's right bitch, Fuck em all) (repeat 2 times to fade)



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