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Тупак Шакур Тупак ШакурАмериканский музыкант, пионер гангста-рэпа, актер, продюсер

Fuck 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

Ay Yo Biggie Put your hands up



[Verse 1: Tupac]



Now I can make it happen

My rappin' is similar to muthafuckers

When they scrappin'

Blast and watch em' back up

Notorious biggie killer

Affiliation with death row

Niggaz get their caps pealed back

Fool this the west coast

Fuck a 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 niggaz to trip

Cause bitch I love to scrap

Now mama raised me as a thug nigga

With love niggaz

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 Fuck em' all



[Chorus]



(That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)

(Young Noble) Come put your hands up in the air, it's a middle finger affair, yeah

(That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)



[Verse 2: Kadafi]



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

Choosing to sell

I'd rather die and be deceased

World mob figga addicted to these fucking streets



[Verse 3: Edi]



Now put your muthafucking hands up

If you'se a rider (ride)

Niggaz 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 knowing my name (Edi)

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



[Chorus]



(That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)

(young noble) Come put your hands up in the air, It's a middle finger

affair, yeah

(That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)

(young noble) I do my girl all by my lonely, don't need no phony homey to

call me

(That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)

(young noble) 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)

(young noble) Nigga, we Outlaw ridah'z don't give a fuck if ya love us we

thuggin'



[Verse 4: Tupac]



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 ass Chevy impalas

Jump up and get your ass 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 swat team and the helicopters

Them crackers is crazy

Why? Cause they'll never stop us

I watch Arnold Swarchzenegger

bust some body in the movie

Now I want to do it too

Ohh, ohh niggaz is too through

True to the game

I claim Outlaw riders

We give a fuck what they try

I'm...



[Verse 5: Young Noble]



Cause Young Noble behind it

Can you picture me stickin' niggaz for they watch and chain

Kick back lil nigga

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



[Verse 6: Napoleon]



Even my hood call me baby Malcolm X with the tek's

Shower some slugs on em'

I've got a brother don't rest

And he keep some drugs on him

Always in grind mood

Hustle to find food

Ever seen faces of death

That's what my nine do



[Verse 7: 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 Bitch, Fuck em' all

(That's right bitch, Fuck em all)



And die for em'

Even if them 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



[Chorus]



(That's right bitch, Fuck em all)

(Young Noble) Come put your hands up in the air, It's a middle finger affair, yeah

(That's right bitch, Fuck em all)

(Young Noble) I do my girl up by my lonely, don't need no phony homey to call me

(That's right bitch, Fuck em all)

(Young Noble) 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)

(Young Noble) Nigga, we Outlaw ridah'z don't give a fuck if ya love us we thuggin'

(That's right bitch, Fuck em all) [repeat 2 times to fade]





[Thanks to dziga@blic.net for these lyrics]

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