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Fuck All Y'all
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Intro:
 
Ha ha ha...**** all y'all...**** all y'all...I don't need nobody
 
**** 'em...**** all y'all
 
Verse 1
 
Money gone **** friends
 
I need a homie that know me
 
when all these mutha****in' cops be on me
 
I got problems ain't nobody calling back
 
now what the **** is happenin' with my ballin' cats
 
Remember me I'm ya homie that was down to brawl
 
Sippin' Hennessy hanging with the clowns and
 
all we used to do is drink brew, screw and common knew
 
we had *****es by the dozens oh we ****in' cousins
 
You can throw ya middle finger if ya feel me loc
 
a ***** 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 **** is all ya friends
 
They straight busted and can't be trusted **** y'all
 
Chorus
 
**** all y'all 2x
 
Verse 2
 
I'm sippin' Tanqueray and juice and what's the use
 
cause I'm a hopeless thug
 
Ain't no love reminiscing on how close we was
 
way back in the day before they put the crack in the way
 
and heeyyy how much money can you stack in a day
 
It's gettin' rough collect calls from my *****s in court
 
I recollect we used to ball now just living'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 want to holla
 
drop an album sell a million give a **** 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 going on in the ghetto still struggle and strive
 
I still roll with the heater smokin' chocolate thai
 
In 94 I'll be going solo
 
too many problems with my own
 
so I'm rolling do-do
 
**** all y'all
 
Chorus 3x
 
Verse 3
 
I went from rags to riches quick
 
to socializing with the baddest *****es
 
went from a bucket to a rag with switches
 
I'm seein' death around the corner
 
I'm bumpin' Gloriaaaa doin' 90 'cause I want to
 
I'm getting 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 doing 90 (Biotch)
 
will I get caught another ticket get to kick it in court
 
**** the law give a **** I'm even worse than before
 
I know they want to see a ***** buried
 
but I ain't worried still throwing these thangs
 
got me locked in these chains
 
and hey ***** what the **** 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 screaming Thug Life ***** **** y'all
 
Repeat of intro