2 PAC - Fuck All Y'all lyrics

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(intro)<br>Ha ha ha...fuck all y'all...fuck all y'all...i don't need nobody<br>Fuck 'em...fuck all y'all<br><br>Money gone fuck friends<br>I need a homie that know me<br>When all these muthafuckin' cops be on me<br>I got problems ain't nobody calling back<br>Now what the fuck is happenin' with my ballin' cats<br>Remember me I'm ya homie that was down to brawl<br>Sippin' hennessy hanging with the clowns and<br>All we used to do is drink brew, screw and common knew<br>We had bitches by the dozens oh we fuckin' cousins<br>You can throw ya middle finger if ya feel me loc<br>A nigga just got paid and we still was broke<br>It took time but finally the cash was mine<br>All the rewards of a hustler stuck in the grind<br>Look around and all I see is snakes and faces<br>Like scavengers waitin' to take a hustler's pape's<br>And when you stuck where the fuck is all ya friends<br>They straight busted and can't be trusted fuck y'all<br><br>(chorus) x2<br>Fuck all y'all<br><br>I'm sippin' tanqueray and juice and what's the use<br>Cause I'm a hopeless thug<br>Ain't no love reminiscing on how close we was<br>Way back in the day before they put the crack in the way<br>And heeyyy how much money can you stack in a day<br>It's gettin' rough collect calls from my niggas in court<br>I recollect we used to ball now just living's enough<br>I stand tall in the winter summer spring or fall<br>Thug for life scrawled all across the wall<br>And all about my dollars make me wanna holla<br>Drop an album sell a million give a fuck about tomorrow<br>I know it's gettin' crazy after dark<br>These marks keep on huffin' and puffin'<br>Ain't no fear in my heart<br>What's going on in the ghetto still struggle and strive<br>I still roll with the heater smokin' chocolate thai<br>In 94 I'll be going solo<br>Too many problems with my own<br>So I'm rolling do-do<br>Fuck all y'all<br><br>(chorus) x3<br><br>I went from rags to riches quick<br>To socializing with the baddest bitches<br>Went from a bucket to a rag with switches<br>I'm seein' death around the corner<br>I'm bumpin' gloriaaaa doin' 90 'cause I wanna<br>I'm getting high like I said it with some chocolate thai<br>Mixed with some indonesia watch me fly<br>And even though I know the cops behind me<br>Hit the weed and uh I continue doing 90 (biotch)<br>Will I get caught another ticket get to kick it in court<br>Fuck the law give a shit I'm even worse than before<br>I know they wanna see a nigga buried<br>But I ain't worried still throwing these thangs<br>Got me locked in these chains<br>And hey nigga what the fuck is you wailin' 'bout<br>Soon as I hit the cell I'll be bailin' out<br>And when I hit the streets I'm in a rush to ball<br>I'm screaming thug life nigga fuck y'all<br><br>(repeat intro)