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lirik lagu 2pac – fuck em all (feat the outlawz)

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you a what?, bad boy killaz
that’s right b-tch, f-ck ’em all
ha, ha, ha yeah n-gg-, f-ck ’em all

that’s right b-tch, f-ck ’em all
f-ck all you m-th-f-ckers
ay yo, biggie put your hands up

now i can make it happen, my rappin’ is similar to m-th-f-ckers
when they scr-ppin’ blast and watch em’ back up
notorious biggie killer, affiliation with death row
n-gg-z get their caps pealed back

fool this the west coast
f-ck a misdemeanor i’m raisin’ h-ll 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-tches that’s on my d-ck

go to a club in a pack, i’m smokin’ bud in the back
i wait for n-gg-z to trip ’cause, b-tch i love to scr-p
now mama raised me as a thug n-gg-
with love n-gg-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-ck ’em all

that’s right b-tch, f-ck ’em all
come put your hands up in the air
it’s a middle finger affair, yeah
that’s right b-tch, f-ck ’em all

now could you picture my criminal status at its f-ckin’ 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 h-ll, 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-cking streets

now put your m-th-f-cking hands up
if you’se a rider, n-gg-z ain’t killers, so they hidin’, why?
f-ck em’ all, touch em’ all, that’s the way that we do it
ride up, hop the f-ck out watch that b-tch n-gg- lose it

man, i’m as strong as this game, ya’ll be knowing my name
a young high strung thug n-gg- created by pain
livin’ my life in the fast lane, gettin’ f-cked by the past
got my mind on my cash and my next piece of -ss
so f-ck ’em all

that’s right b-tch, f-ck ’em all
come put your hands up in the air
it’s a middle finger affair, yeah
that’s right b-tch, f-ck ’em all

i do my girl all by my lonely
don’t need no phony homey to call me
that’s right b-tch, f-ck em’ all
back off i hit at everyone of you homies

so don’t get comfortable, i’m runnin’ you
that’s right b-tch, f-ck em’ all
n-gg-, we outlaw ridah’z don’t give a f-ck
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-ck em’ and holla
ridin’ these hoochies like they some heavy -ss chevy impalas

jump up and get your -ss shot up for the profit pick my glock up
i’m bustin’ in self defense ya see poppin’ n-body 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, oh, oh n-gg-z is too through
true to the game, i claim outlaw riders
we give a f-ck what they try, i’m

’cause, young n-ble behind it, can you picture me stickin’ n-gg-z
for they watch and chain, kick back lil’ n-gg- 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 baby

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-tch, f-ck em’ all
that’s right b-tch, f-ck em all

and die for em’
even if them the last n-gg- left i’ma ride for em’
feel me?, until they kill me, that’s how i’m rollin’
f-ck em’ all, let them die
that’s my slogan
f-ck ’em all

that’s right b-tch, f-ck ’em all
come put your hands up in the air
it’s a middle finger affair, yeah
that’s right b-tch, f-ck ’em all

i do my girl up by my lonely
don’t need no phony homey to call me
that’s right b-tch, f-ck ’em all
back off i hit at everyone of you homies
so don’t get comfortable, i’m runnin’ you

that’s right b-tch, f-ck ’em all
n-gg-, we outlaw ridah’z don’t give a f-ck
if ya love us we thuggin’
that’s right b-tch, f-ck ’em all
that’s right b-tch, f-ck ’em all
that’s right b-tch, f-ck ’em all