F*** Them All Lyrics

The song F*** Them All is performed by 2Pac in the album named Better Dayz in the year 2002 .

You a what? Bad boy killaz
(That's right bitch, f**k em' all)
Hahaha yeah nigga, f**k em' all
(That's right bitch, f**k em' all)
f**k all you muthaf**kers
Ay yo Biggie put your hands up

Now I can make it happen
My rappin' is similar to muthaf**kers
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

f**k 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 d**k
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 f**k em' all

(That's right bitch, f**k em' all)
Come put your hands up in the air, it's a middle finger affair, yeah
(That's right bitch, f**k em' all)

Now could you picture my criminal status at its f**kin' 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 nigga addicted to these f**king streets

Now put your muthaf**king hands up
If you're a rider
Niggaz ain't killers
So they hidin'
Why?
f**k em' all, touch em' all
That's the way that we do it
Ride up, hop the f**k out watch that bitch nigga lose it

Man I'm as strong as this game
Y'all be knowing my name
(Edi)
A young high strung thug nigga
Created by pain
Livin' my life in the fast lane
Gettin' f**ked by the past
Got my mind on my cash and my next piece of a*s
So f**k em' all

(That's right bitch, f**k em' all)
Come put your hands up in the air, it's a middle finger
Affair, yeah
(That's right bitch, f**k em' all)
I do my girl all by my lonely, don't need no phony homey to call me
(That's right bitch, f**k em' all)
Back off I hit at everyone of you homies, so don't get comfortable
I'm runnin' you
(That's right bitch, f**k em' all)
Nigga, we outlaw ridah'z don't give a f**k 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 d**k em' and holla
Ridin' these hooches
Like they some heavy a*s Chevy impalas

Jump up and get your a*s 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 Schwarzenegger
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 f**k what they try
I'm

'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 mob 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 trek'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

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 guerrilla team of mine
Screamin'

Thug life bitch, f**k em' all
(That's right bitch, f**k 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'
f**k em' all
Let them die
That's my slogan
f**k em' all

(That's right bitch, f**k em all)
Come put your hands up in the air, it's a middle finger affair, yeah
(That's right bitch, f**k em all)
I do my girl up by my lonely, don't need no phony homey to call me
(That's right bitch, f**k em all)
Back off I hit at everyone of you homies so don't get comfortable
I'm runnin' you
(That's right bitch, f**k em all)
Nigga, we Outlaw ridah'z don't give a f**k if ya love us we thuggin'
(That's right bitch, f**k em all)
(That's right bitch, f**k em all)
(That's right bitch, f**k em all)

2Pac - Better Dayz

Nov 2002

F*** Them All