F**k Y'All - 2Pac (图派克)

Money gone f**k friends

I need a homie that know me

When all these muthaf**kin' cops be on me

I got problems ain't nobody calling back

Now what the f**k 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**ches by the dozens oh we f**kin' cousins

You can throw ya middle finger if ya feel me loc

A ni**a 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 faces

Like scavengers waitin' to take a hustler's pape's

And when you stuck where the f**k is all ya friends

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

F**k all y'all

F**k 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 heeyyy how much money can you stack in a day

It's gettin' rough collect calls from my niggas in court

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

I stand tall in the winter summer spring or fall

Thug for life scrawled all across the wall

And all about my dollars make me wanna holla

Drop an album sell a million give a f**k 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 with my own

So I'm rolling do-do

F**k all y'all

F**k all y'all

F**k all y'all

F**k all y'all