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lirik lagu 2 pac – fuck ’em all (explicit album version)


for all my low life thug n-gg-s,
for all my n-gg-s in the hood,
livin the life of a ghetto star,
ha ha ha makavelli,

just holla my name
and witness game official
n-gg-s is so shame
they stare stiff like scared b-tches
while i remain inside a paradox
gone my block
though gun shots is promised to me when will i stop
i hit the weed
and hope to god i can fly high
witness my enemies
die when i ride by
they shouldn’ta tried me
send they bodies to they parents up north
with they faces they wrists and they nuts cut off
f-ck em all what i scream as i dream in tons,
f-ck a trick, get me rich n the b-tches’ll come,
bust ma gun make em all scatta,
bullets to my nuts only made my b-lls fatta,
eat her dead bee-yatch..mercy neva that,
you said u comin back bring it on foeva straped,
introduce ya to tha pleasure n tha pain,
u could go so far, just sell me ya soul, live tha life of a ghetto star

i live the life of thug n-gg-, drug deala livin game tight
mug n-gg-, slug n-gg- split tha fame like,
laced with game, practice on takin pain, equipped same
and let it rain thru ya brain,
street smart, proficeint intellegent, and keep sukaz hittin till snitchs start smellin
movin n-gg-z with telekinesis, keepin channel at work feelin different featuraz,
leadin n-gg-z to an early death with they head blown,
and to those who didn’t make it to the morgue,
which is dead n gone,
and hope n-gg-z got fun, kidnapped jacked in the back, with next to they cataracts? they get done,
back chat, they toast his -ss out,
mob related momma my n-gg- found shot up with his d-ck in his mouth, print it
my name in these streets, as a m-th- f-ckin g, now the next generations lookin wors