Текст и слова песни 2Pac – Fuck Em All (Feat The Outlawz)
You a what?, Bad Boy Killaz
That's right bitch, fuck 'em all
Ha, ha, ha yeah nigga, fuck 'em all
That's right bitch, fuck 'em all
Fuck all you muthafuckers
Ay yo, Biggie put your hands up
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
That's right bitch, fuck 'em all
Come put your hands up in the air
It's a middle finger affair, yeah
That's right bitch, fuck 'em all
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
Now put your muthafucking hands up
If you'se a rider, 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
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
That's right bitch, fuck 'em all
Come put your hands up in the air
It's a middle finger affair, yeah
That's right bitch, fuck 'em all
I do my girl all by my lonely
Don't need no phony homey to call me
That's right bitch, fuck em' all
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
Nigga, we Outlaw Ridah'z don't give a fuck
If ya love us, we thuggin'
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, oh, oh niggaz is too through
True to the game, I claim Outlaw Riders
We give a fuck what they try, I'm
'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 baby
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
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
That's right bitch, fuck 'em all
Come put your hands up in the air
It's a middle finger affair, yeah
That's right bitch, fuck 'em all
I do my girl up by my lonely
Don't need no phony homey to call me
That's right bitch, fuck 'em all
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
Nigga, we Outlaw Ridah'z don't give a fuck
If ya love us we thuggin'
That's right bitch, fuck 'em all
That's right bitch, fuck 'em all
That's right bitch, fuck 'em all
That's right bitch, fuck 'em all
Ha, ha, ha yeah nigga, fuck 'em all
That's right bitch, fuck 'em all
Fuck all you muthafuckers
Ay yo, Biggie put your hands up
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
That's right bitch, fuck 'em all
Come put your hands up in the air
It's a middle finger affair, yeah
That's right bitch, fuck 'em all
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
Now put your muthafucking hands up
If you'se a rider, 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
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
That's right bitch, fuck 'em all
Come put your hands up in the air
It's a middle finger affair, yeah
That's right bitch, fuck 'em all
I do my girl all by my lonely
Don't need no phony homey to call me
That's right bitch, fuck em' all
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
Nigga, we Outlaw Ridah'z don't give a fuck
If ya love us, we thuggin'
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, oh, oh niggaz is too through
True to the game, I claim Outlaw Riders
We give a fuck what they try, I'm
'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 baby
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
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
That's right bitch, fuck 'em all
Come put your hands up in the air
It's a middle finger affair, yeah
That's right bitch, fuck 'em all
I do my girl up by my lonely
Don't need no phony homey to call me
That's right bitch, fuck 'em all
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
Nigga, we Outlaw Ridah'z don't give a fuck
If ya love us we thuggin'
That's right bitch, fuck 'em all
That's right bitch, fuck 'em all
That's right bitch, fuck 'em all
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