2Pac – Fuck ’em All (feat. Outlawz) (Remixes Vol. 2 Album)


Back off, I hit at everyone of you homies
Then got a drop top Jag for these bitches that’s on my dick
Outlaw riders, mash up on the gas pedal
Livin’ my life in the fast lane, gettin’ fucked by the past
Don’t give a fuck if you love us, we thuggin’
Jump up and get your ass shot up
(That’s right, bitch, fuck ’em all!)
‘Cause they’ll never stop us Them crackers is crazy, why?
Even if the last nigga left I’ma ride for ’em
Hahaha, yeah, nigga, fuck ’em all!
Got my mind on my cash
Don’t need no phony homie to call me
A young high strung thug nigga created by pain
Now, I can make it happen
Even rap with a gat, I must be goin’ out my mind
Go to a club in a pack, I’m smokin’ bud in the back
So don’t get comfortable, I’m runnin’ you

Screamin’, "Thug Life, bitch, fuck ’em all!" and die for ’em

You can bet your last dollar, I’ll dick ’em and holla
(That’s right, bitch, fuck ’em all!)
The streets know what’s hot, trust me
Don’t give a fuck if you love us, we thuggin’
So don’t get comfortable, I’m runnin’ you
Feel me? Until they kill me, that’s how I’m rollin’
Ride up, hop the fuck out, watch that bitch nigga lose it
[Hook: Young Noble + (Singers)]
Back off, I hit at everyone of you homies
Come put your hands up in the air!
(That’s right, bitch, fuck ’em all!)
[Hook: 2Pac + (singers)]
[Verse 6: Kastro]
Choosin’ to sell, I’d rather die and be deceased
Notorious Biggie killer, affiliation with Death Row
Don’t need no phony homie to call me
[Verse 1: 2Pac]
Fuck ’em all, touch ’em all; that’s the way that we do it
"Fuck ’em all, let them die!" – that’s my slogan; fuck ’em all!
It’s a middle finger affair, yeah

Blast and watch ’em back up
I’m a millionaire started as a drug dealer

Vacate the scene, count the cash and stash the precious metal
Intoxicated, we duplicated but never faded
Even the baddest be gettin’ murdered in they seats
With the TEC’s, shower some slugs on ’em
Now, put your muthafuckin’ hands up if you’s a rider (Ride)
It’s a middle finger affair, yeah
Poppin’ nobody got ’em, holla
It’s a middle finger affair, yeah
(That’s right, bitch, fuck ’em all!)

I claim Outlaw riders, we give a fuck what they try, I’m…
Even my hood call me "baby Malcolm X"
I wait for niggas to trip ‘cause, bitch, I love to scrap
Seein’ visions of a prison, wake up screamin’ in my sleep
I watched Arnold Schwarzenegger bust somebody in a movie
Man, I’m as strong as this game, ya’ll be knowin’ my name
I do my dirt all by my lonely
(That’s right, bitch, fuck ’em all!)
But if they killin’ me, I get my stripes and whose to tell
Always in grind mood, hustle to find food
(That’s right, bitch, fuck ’em all!)
I went from rocks to zines, writin’ raps and movies
‘Cause Young Noble behind it

A possibility of livin’ well? Is there a heaven in this hell?

Now that we made it my adversaries is player hatin’
[Verse 3: E.D.I]
(That’s right, bitch, fuck ’em all!)
Bitch, you misdemeanor, I’m raisin’ hell like felonies
I got glad bags with enemies, cut up so they remember me
Niggas is too through, true to the game
Come put your hands up in the air!
Soaked up in Hennessy, so they relatives know it’s me
My rappin’ is similar to mothafuckers when they scrappin’
(That’s right, bitch, fuck ’em all!)
[Verse 2: Kadafi]
[Verse 3: 2Pac]
For my profit pick my Glock up
I’m addicted to these streets, like crack is to these creeps
You a what? Bad Boy Killaz
[Verse 4: Young Noble]
Can you picture me stickin’ niggas for they watch and chain?
Niggas ain’t killers so they hidin’ (Why?)

(That’s right, bitch, fuck ’em all!)
That’s what my 9 do Ever seen Faces of Death?
(That’s right, bitch, fuck ’em all!)

And my next piece of ass, so fuck ’em all!
Ayo, Biggie, put your hands up!
Ridin’ these hoochies like they some heavy ass Chevy impalas
I do my dirt all by my lonely
Makaveli straight outta jail to sellin’ these Mr.
Get your mob rocked and what-not
Got a Mercedes for these tricks, that thought I quit
Fuck all you muthafuckers!
Nigga, we Outlaw riders
(That’s right, bitch, fuck ’em all!)
team and the helicopters Here come the coppers, the S.W.A.T.
(That’s right, bitch, fuck ’em all!)

Now they all want to sue me, so fuck ’em all!
Nigga, we Outlaw riders
[Hook: Young Noble + (singers)]
I went from trustin’ these tricks
Like I’m up against the world, this guerilla team of mine
We keep it poppin’, like a drug spot
Now I want to do it too, ooh, ooh
Come put your hands up in the air!

Mama raised me as a thug nigga, with love niggas
(That’s right, bitch, fuck ’em all!)
World mob figure addicted to these fuckin’ streets

Kick back, lil’ nigga, and watch the game
With my back against the wall, like I’m runnin’ outta time
(That’s right, bitch, fuck ’em all!)
I’ve got a brother, don’t rest and he keeps some drugs on him
(That’s right, bitch, fuck ’em all!)
I’m bustin’ with self-defense, you see
[Hook: Young Noble + (singers)]
I keep my mind on my money, and my money on my mind
[Verse 5: Napoleon]
Niggas get their caps pealed back, fool, this the West Coast
Now, could you picture my criminal status at its fuckin’ peak?