2Pac – Fuck All Ya’ll (OG)

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2Pac – Fuck All Ya’ll (OG)

Date: 06.30.1994
Studio: Soundcastle Studios, Los Angeles, California

Lyrics:

[Intro – 2PAC]

He he he he
Hey man… Fuck all y’all
Fuck all y’all….I don’t need nobody…
Fuck ’em…Fuck all y’all

[2PAC]

Money gone, fuck friends
I need a homie that know me
when all these muthafuckin’ cops be on me
I got problems ain’t nobody calling back
now what the fuck is happenin’ with my ballin’ cats
Remember me I’m ya homie that was down to brawl
Sippin’ Hennessey hanging with the clowns and
all we used to do is drink brew, screw and common knew
We had bitches by the dozens oh we fuckin’ cousins
You can throw ya middle finger if ya feel me loc (that’s right)
a nigga just got paid and we still was broke (damn)
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 fakes
like scavengers waitin’ to take a hustler’s pape’s
and when you stuck where the fuck is all ya friends (ah man, no)
They straight busted and can’t be trusted fuck y’all

[Chorus]

(Ya that’s right, I thought I had friends, but I ain’t got no friends)
(I thought I had friends, but I aint got no fucking friends) Fuck all y’all
(I thought I had friends, but I aint got no fucking friends) Fuck all y’all
(I thought I had friends, but I aint got no fucking friends)

[2PAC]

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 cuffs
I recollect we used to ball now just living’s enough
I stand tall in the winter summer spring or fall
Thug for life sprawled all across the wall
and all about my dollars make me wanna holla
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 smokin’ chocolate thai
In ’94 I’ll be going solo
too many problems with my own
so I’m rolling doe-lo
Fuck all y’all

[Chorus]

That’s right, Fuck all y’all
Fuck all y’all
Fuck all y’all

[2PAC]

I went from rags to riches, quick
to socializing with the baddest bitches
went from a bucket to a rag with switches
I’m seein’ death around the corner
I’m bumpin’ Gloriaaa doin’ 90 ’cause I wanna
I’m getting high like I said it with some chocolate thai
mixed with some Indonesia watch me fry
And even though I know the cops behind me (haha)
hit the weed and uh I continue doing 90 (biotch)
will 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 wanna see a nigga buried
but I ain’t worried still throwing these thangs
got me locked in these chains
and hey nigga 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, nigga
Fuck y’all

That’s right fuck all y’all man
Fuck all y’all
I don’t need nobody
Fuck all y’all
Fuck all the hard copies daily news
Fuck the bitches, the tele news, New York Posts, all those motherfuckers
Fuck all y’all
Fuck’em

(I thought I had friends but I aint got no fucking friends)
(I thought I had friends but I aint got no fucking friends)
(I thought I had friends but I aint got no fucking friends)
(I thought I had friends but I aint got no fucking friends)