Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song F*** Em All, artist - 2Pac.
Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
F*** Em All |
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! |
Ayo, Biggie, put your hands up! |
Now, I can make it happen |
My rappin' is similar to mothafuckers when they scrappin' |
Blast and watch 'em back up |
Notorious Biggie killer, affiliation with Death Row |
Niggas get their caps peeled back, fool, this the West Coast |
Bitch, you 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 niggas to trip ‘cause, bitch, I love to scrap |
Mama raised me as a thug nigga, with love niggas |
I’m a millionaire started as a drug dealer |
I went from rocks to zines, writin' 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 |
Choosin' to sell, I’d rather die and be deceased |
World mob figure addicted to these fuckin' streets |
Now, put your muthafuckin' hands up if you’s a rider (Ride) |
Niggas 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 knowin' 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 dirt all by my lonely |
Don’t need no phony homie 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 riders |
Don’t give a fuck if you love us, we thuggin' |
I got glad bags with enemies, cut up so they remember me |
Soaked up in Hennessy, 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 my profit pick my Glock up |
I’m bustin' with self-defense, you 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 S.W.A.T. |
team and the helicopters |
Them crackers is crazy, why? |
‘Cause they’ll never stop us |
I watched Arnold Schwarzenegger bust somebody in a movie |
Now I want to do it too, ooh, ooh |
Niggas 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' niggas for they watch and chain? |
Kick back, lil' nigga, and watch the game |
Get your mob rocked and what-not |
We keep it poppin', like a drug spot |
The streets know what’s hot, trust me |
Even my hood call me «baby Malcolm X» |
With the TEC’s, shower some slugs on 'em |
I’ve got a brother, don’t rest and he keeps some drugs on him |
Always in grind mood, hustle to find food |
Ever seen Faces of Death? |
That’s what my 9 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!» |
and die for 'em |
Even if 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 dirt all by my lonely |
Don’t need no phony homie 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 riders |
Don’t give a fuck if you 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!) |