Ian Boxill - f** 'Em All lyrics

[Hook: 2Pac + (singers)] You a what? Bad Boy k**az (That's right, b**h, f** 'em all!) Hahaha, yeah, n***a, f** 'em all! (That's right, b**h, f** 'em all!) f** all you muthaf**ers! Ayo, Biggie, put your hands up! [Verse 1: 2Pac] Now, I can make it happen My rappin' is similar to mothaf**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 b**h, 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 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 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, writin' raps and movies I went from trustin' these tricks Now they all want to sue me, so f** 'em all! [Hook: Young Noble + (singers)] (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!) [Verse 2: Kadafi] 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? A possibility of livin' well? But if they k**in' 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 f**in' streets [Verse 3: E.D.I] Now, put your muthaf**in' hands up if you's 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 knowin' my name 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! [Hook: Young Noble + (Singers)] (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 dirt all by my lonely Don't need no phony homie 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 riders Don't give a f** if you love us, we thuggin' [Verse 3: 2Pac] 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 a** Chevy impalas Jump up and get your a** 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 n***as is too through, true to the game I claim Outlaw riders, we give a f** what they try, I'm… [Verse 4: Young Noble] ‘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 mob rocked and what-not We keep it poppin', like a drug spot The streets know what's hot, trust me [Verse 5: Napoleon] 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 d** on him Always in grind mood, hustle to find food Ever seen Faces of d**h? That's what my 9 do [Verse 6: Kastro] 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 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! [Hook: Young Noble + (singers)] (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 dirt all by my lonely Don't need no phony homie 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 riders Don't give a f** if you 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!)