Fuck All Y'All

Ha ha ha fuck all y`all fuck all y`all I don`t need nobody Fuck `em Fuck all y`all 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` Hennessy 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 a nigga 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 fuck is all ya friends They straight busted and can`t be trusted fuck y`all Fuck all y`all Fuck 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 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 do-do 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 seein` death around the corner I`m bumpin` Gloriaaaa doin` 90 `cause I wanna I`m getting high like I said it with some chocolate thai mixed with some indonesia watch me fly And even though I know the cops behind me 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