2 Pac - ***** Em All Lyrics
You a what? Bad Boy Killaz(That's right *****, ***** em' all)Hahaha yeah nigga, ***** em' all(That's right *****, ***** em' all)***** all you mutha*****ersAy Yo Biggie Put your hands upTupac:Now I can make it happenMy rappin' is similar to mutha*****ersWhen they scrappin'Blast and watch em' back upNotorious biggie killerAffiliation with death rowNiggaz get their caps pealed backFool this the west coast***** a misdemeanor I'm raisin hell like feloniesMr. Makaveli straight outta jail to sellin' theseIntoxicated we duplicated but never fadedNow that we made it my adversaries is player hatin'Got a Mercedes for these tricksThat thought I quitThen got a drop top jag for these *****es that's on my dickGo to a club in a packI'm smokin' bud in the backI wait for niggaz to tripCause ***** I love to scrapNow mama raised me as a thug niggaWith love niggazI'm a millionaire started as a drug dealerI went from rocks to zinesWriting raps and moviesI went from trustin'' these tricks now they all want to sue meSo ***** em' all(That's right *****, ***** em' all)(Young Noble) Come put your hands up in the air, it's a middle finger affair, yeah(That's right *****, ***** em' all)Kadafi:Now could you picture my criminal status at its *****in' peakEven the baddest be gettin murdered in they seatsI'm addicted to these streetslike crack is to these creepsSeein' visions of a prisonwake up screamin' in my sleepIs there a heaven in this hella possibility of livin' wellBut if they killin' meI get my stripes and whose to tellChoosing to sellI'd rather die and be deceasedWorld mob figga addicted to these *****ing streetsEdi:Now put your mutha*****ing hands upIf you'se a rider (ride)Niggaz ain't killersSo they hidin'Why?***** em' all, touch em' allThat's the way that we do itRide up, hop the ***** out watch that ***** nigga lose itMan I'm as strong as this gameYa'll be knowing my name (Edi)A young high strung thug niggaCreated by painLivin' my life in the fast laneGettin' *****ed by the pastGot my mind on my cash and my next piece of assSo ***** em' all(That's right *****, ***** em' all)(young noble) Come put your hands up in the air, It's a middle fingeraffair, yeah(That's right *****, ***** em' all)(young noble) I do my girl all by my lonely, don't need no phony homey tocall me(That's right *****, ***** em' all)(young noble) Back off I hit at everyone of you homies, so don't getcomfortable, I'm runnin' you(That's right *****, ***** em' all)(young noble) Nigga, we Outlaw ridah'z don't give a ***** if ya love us wethuggin'Tupac:I got glad bags with enemiesCut up so they remember meSoaked up in HennesseySo they relatives know it's meYou can bet your last dollarI'll dick em' and hollaRidin' these hoochiesLike they some heavy ass Chevy impalasJump up and get your ass shot upFor the profit pick my glock upI'm bustin' in self defense ya seePoppin' nobody got em'Holla Outlaw ridersMash up on the gas pedalVacate the sceneCount the cash and stash the precious metalHere come the coppersThe swat team and the helicoptersThem crackers is crazyWhy? Cause they'll never stop usI watch Arnold Swarchzeneggerbust some body in the movieNow I want to do it tooOhh, ohh niggaz is too throughTrue to the gameI claim Outlaw ridersWe give a ***** what they tryI'm...Young Noble:Cause Young Noble behind itCan you picture me stickin' niggaz for they watch and chainKick back lil niggaAnd watch the gameGet your mobb rocked and what-notWe keep it poppin' like a drug spotThe streets know what's hotTrust meNapoleon:Even my hood call me baby Malcolm X with the tek'sShower some slugs on em'I've got a brother don't restAnd he keep some drugs on himAlways in grind moodHustle to find foodEver seen faces of deathThat's what my nine doKastro:I keep my mind on my moneyAnd my money on my mindWith my back against the wallLike I'm runnin' outta timeEven rap with a gatI must be goin' out my mindLike I'm up against the worldThis guerilla team of mineScreamin'Thug Life *****, ***** em' all(That's right *****, ***** em all)And die for em'Even if them the last nigga left I'ma ride for em'Feel me?Until they kill me, that's how I'm rollin'***** em' allLet them dieThat's my slogan***** em' all(That's right *****, ***** em all)(Young Noble) Come put your hands up in the air, It's a middle finger affair, yeah(That's right *****, ***** em all)(Young Noble) I do my girl up by my lonely, don't need no phony homey to call me(That's right *****, ***** em all)(Young Noble) Back off I hit at everyone of you homies so don't get comfortable, I'm runnin' you(That's right *****, ***** em all)(Young Noble) Nigga, we Outlaw ridah'z don't give a ***** if ya love us we thuggin'(That's right *****, ***** em all)
