Fuck All Y'All

Fuck all y'all! Fuck all y'all!

Money gone, fuck friends. I need a homie that know me
When all these mother fuckin' cops be on me.
I got problems, ain't nobody callin' back.
Now what the fuck is happenin' with my ballin' cats?
Remember me I'm your homie that was down to brawl.
Sippin' Hennessey, hangin' with them clowns and all
we used to do, is drink brew, screw, and come anew.
We had bitches by the dozens, we fuckin' cousins.
You can throw your middle finger if you fell me, loc.
A nigger 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.
I look around and all I see is snakes and fakes,
just like scavengers waiting to take a hustler's pace.
And when you're stuck, where the fuck is all your friends?
They straight busted and can't be trusted.

Fuck all y'all! Fuck all y'all!

I'm sipping Tanqueray & 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 niggers in cuffs.
I recollect, we used to brawl now just living's enough.
I stand tall in the winter, summer, spring, and fall.
"Thug For Life" scrawled all across the wall, and all
about my dollars, make me wanna holler.
Drop an album, sell a million, give a fuck 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 smoking chocolate thai.
In '94 I'll be going solo. Too many problems of my own,
so I'm rolling dough low.

Fuck all y'all! Fuck all y'all!
Fuck all y'all! Fuck all y'all!

I went from rags to riches,
quick to socializing with the baddest bitches.
Went from a bucket to a rag with switches.
I'm seeing death around the corner,
I'm bumpin' Gloria, doin' 90 'cause I wanna.
I'm gettin' high. Like I said, it was some chocolate thai,
mixed with some Indonesia, watch me fry..
And even though I know the cop's behind me,
hit the weed and I continue doin' 90 'til I get caught.
Another ticket get to kick it in court.
Fuck the law, give a shit, I'm even worse than before.
I know they want to see a nigger buried, but I ain't worried.
Still throwin' these thangs, got me locked in chains,
and hey nigger what the fuck 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, Nigger!" Fuck Y'all.

Fuck all y'all! Fuck all y'all!
Fuck all y'all! Fuck all y'all!
(Repeat & fade...)



Transcription 1997 by Jim Moore for Relativity Labs.
Written by T. Shakur, M. Greenidge, K. Cox.
1997 Interscope Records. All Rights Reserved.
Used without permisson.