2pac Fuck All Y`all Lyrics

Fuck All Y`all Lyrics

Intro:
Ha ha ha...fuck all y'all...fuck all y'all...I don't need
nobody
Fuck 'em...Fuck all y'all
Verse 1
Money gone fuck friends
I
need a homie that know me
when all these muthafuckin' cops be on me
I got
problems ain't nobody calling back
now what the fuck is happenin' with my
ballin' cats
Remember me I'm ya homie that was down to brawl
Sippin'
Hennessy hanging with the clowns and
all we used to do is drink brew, screw
and common knew
we had bitches by the dozens oh we fuckin' 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 fuck is all ya friends
They straight busted and can't be
trusted fuck y'all
Chorus
Fuck all y'all 2x
Verse 2
I'm sippin'
Tanqueray and juice and what's the use
cause I'm a hopeless thug
Ain't no
love reminiscing on how close we was
way back in the day before they put the
crack in the way
and heeyyy how much money can you stack in a day
It's
gettin' rough collect calls from my niggas in court
I recollect we used to
ball now just living'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 fuck 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 going on in the ghetto still
struggle and strive
I still roll with the heater smokin' chocolate
thai
In 94 I'll be going solo
too many problems with my own
so I'm
rolling do-do
Fuck all y'all
Chorus 3x
Verse 3
I went from rags to
riches quick
to socializing with the baddest bitches
went from a bucket
to a rag with switches
I'm seein' death around the corner
I'm bumpin'
Gloriaaaa doin' 90 'cause I wanna
I'm getting 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 doing 90
(Biotch)
will I get caught another ticket get to kick it in court
Fuck
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 throwing these thangs
got me locked in
these chains
and hey nigga what the fuck 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 screaming Thug Life nigga fuck y'all
Repeat of intro