Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song F**k 'Em All, artist - Mozzy. Date of issue: 29.09.2016
Song language: English
F**k 'Em All |
| Woah |
| Oh, man |
| I hope you blessed in the city, get a vest in this city |
| If I hear you say «who next in this city» — oh shit |
| Best believe that a semi not on me while watching |
| Baby Boy screaming «yeah, that’s what I won’t be», poor Jody |
| It’s more phony in your face, I’ve been riding on these brakes |
| They still telling me to «wait wait» |
| Hope when you say «wait' you tryna say I should get tipped more |
| Hope when you say «weight» you tryna say I need to bench more |
| Talkin' bout a wait, I been waitin' long as shit boy |
| Graveyard shifts for the days I’m tryna live for |
| Niggas out of shape and this that shit that they ain’t fit for |
| How staying clean in this motherfucking shitstorm? |
| *gunshots* |
| That’s why I’m yelling «Fuck, fuck, fuck 'em all!» |
| We used to have options |
| Then remembered that it’s Compton and it’s not |
| So we do it with not love involved |
| Said that I used to wanna give |
| When it was back when we was kids and we did |
| On my momma now we want it all |
| Yeah, I said I used to wanna give, we was kids |
| On my momma now we want it all |
| Yeah, I said we want it all |
| I ain’t do it for recognition, we the definition of goonbody |
| It’s two bodies on this wally at first |
| It’s where I’m the same nigga in person to keep squirting |
| After I seen murder my perspective is different, yeah |
| Real felon, they respected my slither |
| All this slime in this Styrofoam affecting my liver |
| My little sister got her fingers in the money bag |
| Do a show tomorrow, I promise the shit’ll double back |
| In '05 I was high off of double stacks |
| Slidin' in a '89 Buick with a hundred pack |
| Lose a fist fight and then run it back |
| Lost a couple niggas I love, this shit come with that |
| Yeah, taught my niggas how run a trap |
| Blowin dope in a bounty, homie had to smuggle that |
| The streets love me and I love 'em back |
| Used to have love for the killer but lil' bro a rat |
| That’s why I’m yelling «Fuck, fuck, fuck 'em all!» |
| We used to have options |
| Then remembered that it’s Compton and it’s not |
| So we do it with not love involved |
| Said that I used to wanna give |
| When it was back when we was kids and we did |
| On my momma now we want it all |
| Yeah, I said I used to wanna give, we was kids |
| On my momma now we want it all |
| Yeah, I said we want it all |
| Up in the studio with skeleton tracks |
| I’m pensive figuring out which one to finish |
| To try to stage a comeback |
| I feel it for a minute or two, then I’m indecisive |
| I break out over the speed limit on the 101 with no license |
| I know I’m one of the nicest and I ain’t suped |
| I know the difference between worthless and priceless |
| I raised so much hell about them potholes on Central |
| That Hub City startin' to plug 'em now, I’m so instrumental |
| That’s why I’m yelling «Fuck, fuck, fuck 'em all!» |
| We used to have options |
| Then remembered that it’s Compton and it’s not |
| So we do it with not love involved |
| Said that I used to wanna give |
| When it was back when we was kids and we did |
| On my momma now we want it all |
| Yeah, I said I used to wanna give, we was kids |
| On my momma now we want it all |
| Yeah, I said we want it all |