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 Ayyo Biggie Put your hands up [Verse One: 2Pac] 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 Niggas get their caps pealed 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 Now 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, writing raps and movies I went from trustin' these tricks now they all want to sue me So fuck em' all [Hook] (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 Ah 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 [EDI] Now put your muthafucking hands up If you'se 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 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 [Hook] (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 3: 2Pac] 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 S.W.A.T. team and the helicopters Them crackers is crazy (Why?) Cause they'll never stop us I watch Arnold Swarchzenegger bust somebody in the movie Now I want to do it too Ohh, ohh niggas is too through True to the game I claim Outlaw riders We give a fuck what they try I'm.. [Verse 4: Young Noble] 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 mobb rocked and what-not We keep it poppin' like a drug spot The streets know what's hot Trust me [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 keep some drugs on him Always in grind mood, hustle to find food Ever seen faces of death? That's what my nine do [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'mma 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 [Hook] (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) (That's right bitch, fuck 'em all) (That's right bitch, fuck 'em all)