Joe Budden - F 'Em All lyrics
rate me(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)
