Fuck All Y'all

(album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me) - 1997)

[Sample:]
"I thought I had friends, but I ain't got no fucking friends
I thought I had friends, but I ain't got no fucking friends"

Ha ha ha… hey man fuck all y'all… fuck all y'all
I don't need nobody
Fuck 'em… fuck all y'all (fuck all y'all)

Money gone fuck friends, I need a homie that know me
When all these motherfucking cops be on me
I got problems, ain't nobody calling back
Now what the fuck is happening with my balling cats?
Remember me? I'm your homie that was down to brawl
Sipping Hennessy, hanging with the clowns, and all
We used to do is drink brew, screw and common knew
We had bitches by the dozens, we fucking cousins
You can throw your middle finger if you 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 fakes
It's like scavengers, waiting to take a hustler's place
And when you stuck, where the fuck is all your friends?
They straight busted and can't be trusted; fuck y'all!

[Sample:]
"I thought I had friends, but I ain't got no fucking friends
I thought I had friends, but I ain't got no fucking friends"

Fuck all y'all
Fuck all y'all

I'm sipping 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 hey, how much money can you stack in a day?
It's getting 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 getting crazy after dark, these marks
Keep on huffing and puffing, 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 dolo; fuck all y'all!

Huh, pardon me!

[Sample:]
"I thought I had friends, but I ain't got no fucking friends
I thought I had friends, but I ain't got no fucking friends
I thought I had friends, but I ain't got.."

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 bumping "Gloriaaaa," doing 90 'cause I wanna
I'm getting high, and like I said, it was some chocolate thai
Mixed with some Indonesia, watch me fly
And even though I know the cops behind me
Hit the weed and I continue doing 90
Until 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 wailing 'bout?
Soon as I hit the cell, I'll be bailing out
And when I hit the streets, I'm in a rush to ball
I'm screaming "Thug Life!", nigga, fuck y'all!

[Sample:]
"I thought I had friends, but I ain't got no fucking friends
I thought I had friends, but I ain't got no fucking friends
I thought I had friends, but I ain't got no fucking friends
I thought I had friends, but I ain't got no fucking friends
I thought I had friends, but I ain't got no fucking friends
I thought I had friends, but I ain't got no fucking friends
I thought I had friends, but I ain't got no fucking friends
I thought I had friends, but I ain't got no fucking friends"

That's right fuck all y'all man
Fuck all y'all
That is right, 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