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lirik lagu fuck all y’all – 2pac

f-ck all y’all, f-ck all y’all, f-ck all y’all
i don’t need n-body
f-ck ’em, f-ck all y’all

money gone f-ck friends, i need a homie that know me
when all these m-th-f-ckin’ cops be on me
i got problems ain’t n-body callin’ back
now, what the f-ck is happenin’ with my ballin’ cats?

remember me, i’m ya homie that was down to brawl
sippin’ hennessey hangin’ with the clowns and all
we used to do is drink brew, screw and common knew
we had b-tches by the dozens oh, we f-ckin’ cousins

you can throw ya middle finger if ya feel me loc
a n-gg- 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 f-ck is all ya friends?
they straight busted and can’t be trusted f-ck y’all

f-ck all y’all, f-ck all y’all

i’m sippin’ tanqueray and juice and what’s the use?
’cause i’m a hopeless thug
ain’t no love reminiscin’ on how close we was
way back in the day before they put the crack in the way

and hey, how much money can you stack in a deck?
it’s gettin’ rough collect calls from my n-gg-s in court
i recollect we used to ball now just livin’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 alb-m sell a million give a f-ck 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 goin’ on in the ghetto
still struggle and strive? i still roll with the heater smokin’ chocolate thai
in 94 i’ll be goin’ solo, too many problems with my own
so i’m rollin’ do-do, f-ck all y’all

f-ck all y’all, f-ck all y’all
f-ck all y’all

i went from rags to riches
quick to socializin’ with the baddest b-tches
went from a bucket to a rag with switches
i’m seein’ death around the corner
i’m b-mpin’ gloria, doin’ 90 ’cause i wanna

i’m gettin’ 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 doin’ 90, biotch

will i get caught another ticket get to kick it in court?
f-ck the law, give a sh-t i’m even worse than before
i know they wanna see a n-gg- buried
but i ain’t worried still throwin’ these thangs

got me locked in these chains
and hey, n-gg- what the f-ck 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 screamin’ thug life n-gg- f-ck y’all

f-ck all y’all, f-ck all y’all
f-ck all y’all, f-ck all y’all
f-ck all y’all

- kumpulan lirik lagu 2pac