"F**k All Y'all" Ha ha ha...f**k all y'all...f**k all y'all...I don't need nobody F**k 'em...F**k all y'all Money gone f**k friends I need a homie that know me when all these muthaf**kin' cops be on me I got problems ain't nobody calling back now what the f**k 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 f**kin' 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 f**k is all ya friends They straight busted and can't be trusted f**k 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 f**k 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 F**k 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 F**k 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 f**k 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 f**k y'all