Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fuck All Y'All, artist - 2Pac. Date of issue: 31.12.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fuck All Y'All |
| Ha ha ha… fuck all y’all…fuck all y’all…I don’t need nobody |
| Fuck 'em…Fuck all y’all |
| Money gone fuck friends |
| I need a homie that know me when all these muthafuckin’cops be on me |
| I got problems ain’t nobody calling back |
| now what the fuck is happenin’with my ballin’cats |
| Remember me I’m ya homie that was down to brawl |
| Sippin’Hennessy hanging with the clowns and |
| all we used to do is drink brew, screw and common knew |
| we had bitches by the dozens oh we fuckin’cousins |
| You can throw ya middle finger if ya feel me loc |
| a nigga just got paid and we still was broke |
| It took time but finally the cash was mine |
| all the rewards of a hustler stuck in the grind |
| Look around and all I see is snakes and faces |
| like scavengers waitin’to take a hustler’s pape’s |
| and when you stuck where the fuck is all ya friends |
| They straight busted and can’t be trusted fuck y’all |
| Fuck all y’all 2x |
| I’m sippin’Tanqueray and juice and what’s the use |
| cause I’m a hopeless thug |
| Ain’t no love reminiscing on how close we was |
| way back in the day before they put the crack in the way |
| and heeyyy how much money can you stack in a day |
| It’s gettin’rough collect calls from my niggas in court |
| I recollect we used to ball now just living’s enough |
| I stand tall in the winter summer spring or fall |
| Thug for life scrawled all across the wall |
| and all about my dollars make me wanna holla |
| drop an album sell a million give a fuck about tomorrow |
| I know it’s gettin’crazy after dark |
| these marks keep on huffin’and puffin' |
| ain’t no fear in my heart |
| What’s going on in the ghetto still struggle and strive |
| I still roll with the heater smokin’chocolate thai |
| In 94 I’ll be going solo |
| too many problems with my own |
| so I’m rolling do-do |
| Fuck all y’all |
| I went from rags to riches quick |
| to socializing with the baddest bitches |
| went from a bucket to a rag with switches |
| I’m seein’death around the corner |
| I’m bumpin’Gloriaaaa doin'90 'cause I wanna |
| I’m getting high like I said it with some chocolate thai |
| mixed with some indonesia watch me fly |
| And even though I know the cops behind me hit the weed and uh I continue doing 90 (Biotch) |
| will I get caught another ticket get to kick it in court |
| Fuck the law give a shit I’m even worse than before |
| I know they wanna see a nigga buried |
| but I ain’t worried still throwing these thangs |
| got me locked in these chains |
| and hey nigga what the fuck is you wailin''bout |
| soon as I hit the cell I’ll be bailin’out |
| And when I hit the streets I’m in a rush to ball |
| I’m screaming Thug Life nigga fuck y’all |
| Repeat of intro |