Joe Budden

Joe Budden - F 'Em All

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(Intro)

Fuck 'em all

Fuck 'em all

Fuck 'em all

Fuck these fuck niggas talkin' back at you

(Verse)

Fuck niggas mad at me fo'?

I ain't done shit to y'all

Just doin' me like y'all should

Maybe that step got skipped fo' y'all

Maybe this lifestyle ain't fit fo' y'all

What this is for. Work so hard my kids could ball

When you go to the bank make a big withdrawal

It ain't shit to y'all

Now minion's opinions are venomous

They know I'm infamous, nigga, I've been in the hood

Swimmin' in cinnamon, women my lyric condition

Are benjamins, spendin' em good

Streak success and my mind in em all

Always runnin' a line in the club

While I'm inside some white girls prolly

Gettin' drugged in the line to the club

Whachya talkin' bout?!

Made off like Madeoff, that shit they say be way off

No days off, you laid off

My car, my house, both paid off

She already know what it is

Hop in my car, my house, I break off

Her blouse, her draws, she take 'em off

My ______(?) get it hard then make it soft

Got hogs flaw like talkin', when we walkin' we stay clear of that

See you when we see you, we won't see you, you ain't where we at

You got aware, mind bad tempered out here

Fully autos, I bear it, so if it ain't God, I don't fear it

(Hook)

Whachya gon' say now! Every otha city we gon'

It's all us in it (fuck ya gon' say now!)

These niggas runnin' mouth like these hoes

How it goes (whachya talkin' bout?)

Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all

Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all

Fuck these fuck niggas talkin' back at you

Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all

Fuck these fuck niggas talkin' back at you

(Verse 2)

Now they three steady watchin'

All these bitches be fiendin'

Guess they love my demeanor

They love the way I be leaning

I used to pop a few xannies

Blend it with promethazine

I started out by my lonely

And then I brought my whole team in

Now every show it's sold out

Fans just waiting and screaming

We made it come to fruition

When we was broke and just dreaming

These hoes underdressed to impress

In every section I be in

Now understand why they hate me

I give 'em plenty of reasons

Whachya talkin' bout?

Are we talkin' bout you?!

Are we talkin' bout him?

Are ya talkin' bout me?

Or ya talkin' bout them?

They ain't talkin' bout us

Like we neck connect and I neva knew

You check the check, she don't check fo' you

She throw it back and I catch it too

Yo gossip injurious, keep my name in yo rumors

We don't let 'em consume us

We go straight to consumers

So if yo man got aware, my bad tempere out here

Fully autos, I bear it, so if it ain't God, I don't fear it

(Hook)

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