You a what

Bad boy Killaz

That's right b**ch f**k 'em all

Hahaha yeah ni**a f**k 'em all

F**k all you muthaf**kers

Ay yo biggie put your hands up

Now I can make it happen

My rappin' is similar to muthaf**kers

When they scrappin'

Blast and watch 'em back up

Notorious biggie killer

Affiliation with death row

Niggaz get their caps pealed back

Fool this the west coast

F**k a misdemeanor I'm raising hell like felonies

Mr Makaveli straight outta jail to sellin' these

Intoxicated we duplicated but never faded

Now that we made it my adversaries is player hatin'

Got a Mercedes for these tricks

That thought I quit

Then got a drop top jag for these b**ches that's on my dick

Go to a club in a pack

I'm smokin' bud in the back

I wait for niggaz to trip

Cause b**ch I love to scrap

Now mama raised me as a thug ni**a

With love niggaz

I'm a millionaire started as a ** dealer

I went from rocks to zines

Writing raps and movies

I went from trustin' these tricks now they all want to sue me

So f**k 'em all

That's right b**ch f**k 'em all

Come put your hands up in the air it's a middle finger affair yeah

That's right b**ch f**k 'em all

Now could you picture my criminal status at its f**kin' peak

Even the baddest be getting murdered in they seats

I'm addicted to these streets

Like crack is to these creeps

Seein' visions of a prison

Wake up screamin' in my sleep

Is there a heaven in this hell

A possibility of livin' well

But if they killin' me

I get my stripes and whose to tell

Choosing to sell

I'd rather die and be deceased

World mob figga addicted to these f**king streets

Now put your muthaf**king hands up

If you'se a rider ride

Niggaz ain't killers

So they hidin'

Why

F**k 'em all touch 'em all

That's the way that we do it

Ride up hop the f**k out watch that b**ch ni**a lose it

Man I'm as strong as this game

Ya'll be knowing my name

A young high strung thug ni**a

Created by pain

Livin' my life in the fast lane

Gettin' f**ked by the past

Got my mind on my cash and my next piece of a**

So f**k 'em all

That's right b**ch f**k 'em all

Come put your hands up in the air

It's a middle finger affair yeah

That's right b**ch f**k 'em all

I do my girl all by my lonely

Don't need no phony homey to call me

That's right b**ch f**k 'em all

Back off I hit at everyone of you homies so don't get comfortable

That's right b**ch f**k 'em all

Ni**a we Outlaw ridah'z don't give a f**k if ya love

I got glad bags with enemies

Cut up so they remember me

Soaked up in Hennessey

So they relatives know it's me

You can bet your last dollar

I'll dick 'em and holla

Ridin' these hoochies

Like they some heavy a** Chevy impalas

Jump up and get your a** shot up

For the profit pick my glock up

I'm bustin' in self defense ya see

Poppin' nobody got 'em

Holla Outlaw riders

Mash up on the gas pedal

Vacate the scene

Count the cash and stash the precious metal

Here come the coppers

The swat team and the helicopters

Them crackers is crazy

Why

Cause they'll never stop us

I watch Arnold Swarchzenegger

Bust some body in the movie

Now I want to do it too

Ohh ohh niggaz is too through

True to the game

I claim Outlaw riders

We give a f**k what they try

Cause Young Noble behind it

Can you picture me stickin' niggaz for they watch and chain

Kick back lil ni**a

And watch the game

Get your mobb rocked and what-not

We keep it poppin' like a ** spot

The streets know what's hot

Call me baby Malcolm X with the tek's

Shower some slugs on 'em

I've got a brother don't rest

And he keep some *** on him

Always in grind mood

Hustle to find food

Ever seen faces of death

That's what my nine do

On my money

And my money on my mind

With my back against the wall

Like I'm runnin' outta time

Even rap with a gat

I must be goin' out my mind

Like I'm up against the world

This guerilla team of mine

Screamin'

Thug Life B**ch f**k 'em all

And die for 'em

Even if them the last ni**a left I'ma ride for 'em

Feel me

Until they kill me that's how I'm rollin'

F**k 'em all

Let them die

That's my slogan

F**k 'em all

That's right b**ch f**k 'em all

Come put your hands up in the air

It's a middle finger affair yeah

That's right b**ch f**k 'em all

I do my girl up by my lonely

Don't need no phony homey to call me

That's right b**ch f**k 'em all

Back off I hit at everyone of you homies so don't get comfortable

That's right b**ch f**k 'em all

Ni**a we Outlaw ridah'z don't give a f**k if ya love us we thuggin'

That's right b**ch f**k 'em all

That's right b**ch f**k 'em all

F*** Em All - 2Pac The Outlawz