F**k All Y'All Lyrics

f**k all y'all, f**k all y'all, f**k all y'all
I don't need nobody
f**k 'em, f**k all y'all

Money gone f**k friends, I need a homie that know me
When all these muthaf**kin' cops be on me
I got problems ain't nobody callin' back
Now, what the f**k is happenin' with my ballin' cats?

Remember me, I'm ya homie that was down to brawl
Sippin' Hennessey hangin' with the clowns and all
We used to do is drink brew, screw and common knew
We had bitches by the dozens oh, we f**kin' cousins

You can throw ya middle finger if ya feel me loc
A nigga just got paid and we still was broke
It took time but finally the cash was mine
All the rewards of a hustler stuck in the grind

Look around and all I see is snakes and faces
Like scavengers waitin' to take a hustler's pape's
And when you stuck where the f**k is all ya friends?
They straight busted and can't be trusted f**k y'all

f**k all y'all, f**k all y'all

I'm sippin' Tanqueray and juice and what's the use?
'Cause I'm a hopeless thug
Ain't no love reminiscin' on how close we was
Way back in the day before they put the crack in the way

And hey, how much money can you stack in a deck?
It's gettin' rough collect calls from my niggas in court
I recollect we used to ball now just livin's enough
I stand tall in the winter summer spring or fall

Thug for life scrawled all across the wall
And all about my dollars make me wanna holla
Drop an album sell a million give a f**k about tomorrow
I know it's gettin' crazy after dark

These marks keep on huffin' and puffin'
Ain't no fear in my heart, what's goin' on in the ghetto
Still struggle and strive? I still roll with the heater smokin' chocolate Thai
In 94 I'll be goin' solo, too many problems with my own
So I'm rollin' do-do, f**k all y'all

f**k all y'all, f**k all y'all
f**k all y'all

I went from rags to riches
Quick to socializin' with the baddest bitches
Went from a bucket to a rag with switches
I'm seein' death around the corner
I'm bumpin' Gloria, doin' 90 'cause I wanna

I'm gettin' high like I said it with some chocolate Thai
Mixed with some Indonesia watch me fly
And even though I know the cops behind me
Hit the weed and uh, I continue doin' 90, biotch

Will I get caught another ticket get to kick it in court?
f**k the law, give a shit I'm even worse than before
I know they wanna see a nigga buried
But I ain't worried still throwin' these thangs

Got me locked in these chains
And hey, nigga what the f**k is you wailin' 'bout?
Soon as I hit the cell I'll be bailin' out
And when I hit the streets I'm in a rush to ball
I'm screamin' thug life nigga f**k y'all

f**k all y'all, f**k all y'all
f**k all y'all, f**k all y'all
f**k all y'all

2Pac - R U Still Down? (Remember Me)

Nov 1997

1. Redemption
2. Open Fire
3. R U Still Down? (Remember Me)
4. Hellrazor
5. Thug Style
6. Where Do We Go From Here (Interlude)
7. I Wonder If Heaven Got A Ghetto
8. Nothing To Lose
9. I'm Gettin Money
10. Lie To Kick It
11. F**k All Y'All
12. Let Them Thangs Go
13. Definition Of A Thug N**ga
14. Ready 4 Whatever
15. When I Get Free
16. Hold On Be Strong
17. I'm Losin It
18. Fake Ass Bitches
19. Do For Love
20. Enemies With Me
21. Nothin But Love
22. 16 On Death Row
23. When I Get Free II
24. Black Starry Night (Interlude)
25. Only Fear Of Death