2pac - f** Em All lyrics

You a what? Bad Boy k**az (That's right b**h, f** 'em all) Yeah n***a, f** 'em all (That's right b**h, f** 'em all) f** all you muthaf**ers Ayyo Biggie Put your hands up Now I can make it happen My rappin' is similar to muthaf**ers when they scrappin' Blast and watch em' back up Notorious biggie k**er, affiliation with d**h row n***as get their caps pealed back, fool this the west coast f** ah 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 b**hes that's on my dick Go to a club in a pack, I'm smokin' bud in the back I wait for n***as to trip, cause b**h I love to scrap Now mama raised me as a thug n***a, with love n***as 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 f** em' all (That's right b**h, f** 'em all) Come put your hands up in the air It's a middle finger affair, yeah (That's right b**h, f** 'em all) Now could you picture my criminal status at its f**in' 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 Ah possibility of livin' well But if they k**in' 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 f**ing streets Now put your muthaf**ing hands up If you'se a rider (Ride) n***as ain't k**ers so they hidin' (Why?) f** em' all, touch em' all That's the way that we do it Ride up, hop the f** out watch that b**h n***a lose it Man I'm as strong as this game Ya'll be knowing my name (Edi) A young high strung thug n***a created by pain Livin' my life in the fast lane Gettin' f**ed by the past Got my mind on my cash and my next piece of a** So f** em' all (That's right b**h, f** 'em all) Come put your hands up in the air It's a middle finger affair, yeah (That's right b**h, f** 'em all) I do my girl all by my lonely Don't need no phony homey to call me (That's right b**h, f** 'em all) Back off I hit at everyone of you homies So don't get comfortable, I'm runnin' you (That's right b**h, f** 'em all) n***a, we Outlaw ridahz Don't give a f** 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 a**, Chevy impalas Jump up and get your a** 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 S.W.A.T. team and the helicopters Them crackers is crazy (Why?) 'Cause they'll never stop us I watch Arnold Schwarzenegger bust somebody in the movie Now I want to do it too Ohh, ohh n***as is too through True to the game I claim Outlaw riders We give a f** what they try I'm 'Cause Young Noble behind it Can you picture me stickin' n***as for they watch and chain Kick back lil' n***a, 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 Even my hood call me baby Malcolm X With the teck's Shower some slugs on em' I've got a brother don't rest, and he keep some d** on him Always in grind mood, hustle to find food Ever seen faces of d**h? 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 b**h, f** 'em all And die for em' Even if them the last n***a left I'ma ride for em' Feel me? Until they k** me, that's how I'm rollin' f** em' all Let them die That's my slogan f** em' all (That's right b**h, f** 'em all) Come put your hands up in the air It's a middle finger affair, yeah (That's right b**h, f** 'em all) I do my girl up by my lonely Don't need no phony homey to call me (That's right b**h, f** 'em all) Back off I hit at everyone of you homies So don't get comfortable, I'm runnin' you (That's right b**h, f** 'em all) n***a, we Outlaw ridahz Don't give a f** if ya love us we thuggin' (That's right b**h, f** 'em all) (That's right b**h, f** 'em all) (That's right b**h, f** 'em all)