Testo F*** Em All - 2Pac
Testo della canzone F*** Em All (2Pac), tratta dall'album Better Dayz
You a what? Bad Boy -
(That's right, - 'em all!)
Yeah, n- 'em all!
(That's right, - 'em all!)
F- all you m-
Ayo, Biggie, put your hands up!
Now, I can make it happen
My rappin' is similar to m- when they scrappin'
B- and watch 'em back up
Notorious Biggie -, affiliation with Death Row
N- get their caps peeled back, fool, this the West Coast
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 -, that thought I quit
Then got a drop top Jag for these b- that's on my d-
Go to a club in a pack, I'm smokin' bud in the back
I wait for n- to trip 'cause, b-, I love to scrap
Mama raised me as a thug n-, with love n-
I'm a millionaire, started as a -
I went from - to zines, writin' raps and movies
I went from trustin' these -
Now they all want to sue me, so f- 'em all!
(That's right, - 'em all!)
Come put your hands up in the air!
It's a middle finger affair, yeah
(That's right, - 'em all!)
Now, could you picture my criminal status at its f- peak?
Even the baddest be gettin' murdered in they seats
I'm addicted to these streets, like - is to these creeps
Seeing 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 - me, I get my stripes and whose to tell
Choosin' to sell, I'd rather die and be deceased (yeah)
World mob figure addicted to these - streets
Now, put your - hands up if you's a rider (ride)
N- ain't - so they hiding (why?)
F- 'em all, touch 'em all, that's the way that we do it
Ride up, hop the - out, watch that b -n- lose it
Man, I'm as strong as this game, y'all be knowin' my name
A young high-strung - created by pain
Livin' my life in the fast lane, gettin' f- by the past
Got my mind on my cash
And my next piece of a-, so f- em all!
(That's right, - 'em all!)
Come put your hands up in the air!
It's a middle finger affair, yeah
(That's right, - 'em all!)
I do my dirt all by my lonely
Don't need no phony homie to call me
(That's right, - 'em all!)
Back off, I hit at every one of you homies
So don't get comfortable, I'm runnin' you
(That's right, - 'em all!)
We Outlaw riders
Don't give a f- if you love us, we thuggin'
I got glad bags with enemies, - up so they remember me
Soak 'em in h-, so they relatives know it's me
You can bet your last dollar, I'll - 'em and holla
Ridin' these h- like they some heavy a- Chevy impalas
Jump up and get your a- shot up
For my profit pick my - up
I'm - with self-defense, you see
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 - is crazy, why? 'Cause they'll never stop us
I watched Arnold Schwarzenegger - somebody in a movie
Now I want to do it too, ooh, ooh
N- is too through, true to the game
I claim Outlaw riders, we give a f- what they try
'Cause Young Noble behind it
Can you picture me stickin' n- for they watch and chain?
Kick back, lil' n-, and watch the game
Get your mob rocked and what-not
We keep it p-, like a d- spot
The streets know what's hot, trust me
Even my hood call me "baby Malcolm X"
With the TEC's, shower some s- on 'em
I've got a brother, don't rest, and he keeps some - on him
Always in - mood, hustle to find food
Ever seen Faces of Death? That's what my - 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, - 'em all" and die for 'em
Even if the last - left I'ma ride for 'em
Feel me? Until they - me, that's how I'm rollin'
"F- 'em all, let them -" – that's my slogan, f- 'em all!
(That's right, - 'em all!)
Come put your hands up in the air!
It's a middle finger affair, yeah
(That's right, - 'em all!)
I do my dirt all by my lonely
Don't need no phony homie to call me
(That's right, - 'em all!)
Back off, I hit at every one of you homies
So don't get comfortable, I'm runnin' you
(That's right, - 'em all!)
We Outlaw riders
Don't give a f- if you love us, we thuggin'
(That's right, - 'em all!)
(That's right, - 'em all!)
(That's right, - 'em all!)
Fuck 'em all
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Writer(s): 2pac
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