Fuck All Y'all lyrics

'Pac in a slurred, drunken voice:

Ha ha ha, f*** all y'all, f*** all y'all, I don't need nobody

F*** 'em, f*** all y'all

[Continuous front: I thought I had friends,

but I ain't got no fucking friends]

Money gone f*** friends

I need a homie that know me

When all these motherf***in' cops be on me

I got problems ain't nobody calling back

Now what the f*** 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 b****es by the dozens "huh" we f***in' cousins

You can throw ya middle finger if ya feel me loc

A n**** 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 fakes

It's like scavengers waitin' to take a hustler's place

And if you stuck, where the f*** is all ya friends

They straight busted and can't be trusted f*** y'all

F*** all y'all, f*** all y'all

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 hey how much money can you stack in a day

It's gettin' rough collect calls from my n****s in cuffs

I recollect we used to ball now just living's enough

I stand tall in the winter summer spring or fall

Thug for life sprawled all across the wall

And all about my dollars make me wanna holla

Drop an album sell a million give a f*** 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 of my own so I'm rollin' dolo

F*** all y'all

F*** all y'all, f*** all y'all

F*** all y'all, f*** all y'all

F*** all y'all, f*** all y'all

I went from rags to riches

Quick to socializing with the baddest b****es

Went from a bucket to a rag with switches

I'm seein' death around the corner

I'm bumpin' Gloria doin' 90 'cause I wanna

I'm getting high and like I said it was 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)

Until I get caught another ticket get to kick it in court

F*** the law give a s*** I'm even worse than before

I know they wanna see a n**** buried

But I ain't worried still throwing these thangs

Got me locked in these chains

And hey n**** what the f*** 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 n**** f*** y'all

Ha ha ha, f*** all y'all, f*** all y'all, I don't need nobody

F*** 'em, f*** all y'all

• Artist:2Pac