F*** Em All - 2Pac, The Outlawz

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!

Ayo, Biggie, put your hands up!

Now, I can make it happen

My rappin' is similar to mothafuckers when they scrappin'

Blast and watch 'em back up

Notorious Biggie killer, affiliation with Death Row

Niggas get their caps peeled 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

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, writin' raps and movies

I went from trustin' these tricks

Now they all want to sue me, so fuck 'em all!

(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all!)

Come put your hands up in the air!

It’s a middle finger affair, yeah

(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all!)

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

Choosin' to sell, I’d rather die and be deceased

World mob figure addicted to these fuckin' streets

Now, put your muthafuckin' hands up if you’s 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 knowin' my name

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!

(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all!)

Come put your hands up in the air!

It’s a middle finger affair, yeah

(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all!)

I do my dirt all by my lonely

Don’t need no phony homie to call me

(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all!)

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!)

Nigga, we Outlaw riders

Don’t give a fuck if you love us, we thuggin'

I got glad bags with enemies, cut up so they remember me

Soaked up in Hennessy, 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 my profit pick my Glock up

I’m bustin' with self-defense, you 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 watched Arnold Schwarzenegger bust somebody in a movie

Now I want to do it too, ooh, ooh

Niggas is too through, true to the game

I claim Outlaw riders, we give a fuck what they try, I’m…

‘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 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 TEC’s, shower some slugs on 'em

I’ve got a brother, don’t rest and he keeps some drugs on him

Always in grind mood, hustle to find food

Ever seen Faces of Death?

That’s what my 9 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 guerilla team of mine

Screamin', «Thug Life, bitch, fuck 'em all!»

and die for 'em

Even if 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!

(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all!)

Come put your hands up in the air!

It’s a middle finger affair, yeah

(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all!)

I do my dirt all by my lonely

Don’t need no phony homie to call me

(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all!)

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!)

Nigga, we Outlaw riders

Don’t give a fuck if you 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!)