2Pac F*** Em All Lyrics

You a what? Bad Boy Killaz
(That's right b____, f___ em' all)
Hahaha yeah n____, f___ em' all
(That's right b____, f___ em' all)
f___ all you m____fuckers
Ay Yo Biggie Put your hands up

Now I can make it happen
My rappin' is similar to m____fuckers
When they scrappin'
Blast and watch em' back up
Notorious biggie killer
Affiliation with death row
n____z get their caps pealed back
Fool this the west coast
f___ 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 b____es that's on my d___
Go to a club in a pack
I'm smokin' bud in the back
I wait for n____z to trip
Cause b____ I love to scrap
Now mama raised me as a thug n____
With love n____z
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___ em' all

(That's right b____, f___ em' all)
(Young Noble) Come put your hands up in the air, it's a middle finger affair, yeah
(That's right b____, f___ em' all)

Now could you picture my criminal status at its f___in' 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 figga addicted to these f___ing streets

Now put your m____fucking hands up
If you'se a rider (ride)
n____z ain't killers
So they hidin'
Why?
f___ em' all, touch em' all
That's the way that we do it
Ride up, hop the f___ out watch that b____ n____ lose it
Man I'm as strong as this game
Ya'll be knowing my name (Edi)
A young high strung thug n____
Created by pain
Livin' my life in the fast lane
Gettin' f___ed by the past
Got my mind on my cash and my next piece of a__
So f___ em' all

(That's right b____, f___ em' all)
(young noble) Come put your hands up in the air, It's a middle finger
affair, yeah
(That's right b____, f___ em' all)
(young noble) I do my girl all by my lonely, don't need no phony homey to
call me
(That's right b____, f___ 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 b____, f___ em' all)
(young noble) n____, we Outlaw ridah'z don't give a f___ 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___ em' and holla
Ridin' these hoochies
Like they some heavy a__ Chevy impalas
Jump up and get your a__ 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 Swarchzenegger
bust some body in the movie
Now I want to do it too
Ohh, ohh n____z is too through
True to the game
I claim Outlaw riders
We give a f___ what they try
I'm...

Cause Young Noble behind it
Can you picture me stickin' n____z for they watch and chain
Kick back lil n____
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

Even my hood call me baby Malcolm X with the tek'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 guerilla team of mine
Screamin'

Thug Life b____, f___ em' all
(That's right b____, f___ em all)

And die for em'
Even if them the last n____ left I'ma ride for em'
Feel me?
Until they kill me, that's how I'm rollin'
f___ em' all
Let them die
That's my slogan
f___ em' all

(That's right b____, f___ em all)
(Young Noble) Come put your hands up in the air, It's a middle finger affair, yeah
(That's right b____, f___ em all)
(Young Noble) I do my girl up by my lonely, don't need no phony homey to call me
(That's right b____, f___ 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 b____, f___ em all)
(Young Noble) n____, we Outlaw ridah'z don't give a f___ if ya love us we thuggin'
(That's right b____, f___ em all)