Fuck em all lyrics by fabolous

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You a what? Now I can make it happen My rappin' is similar to muthafuckers 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 Fuck a misdemeanor I'm raisin 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 bitches 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 bitch I love to scrap Now mama raised me as a thug nigga With love niggaz I'm a millionaire started as a drug 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 Fuck em' all. That's right bitch, Fuck em' all [Young Noble:] Come put your hands up in the air, it's a middle finger affair, yeah That's right bitch, Fuck em' all. Now could you picture my criminal status at its fuckin' peak Even the baddest be gettin 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 fucking streets. Now put your muthafucking hands up If you'se a rider ride Niggaz ain't killers So they hidin' Why?

Bruh Bruh I know people be looking at me when people be seeing me jumping out of these big wheels They be seing all these diamonds on a bitch bruh bruh. I know what people be saying "god damn he look like he sell dope" Big stones round my neck bb's hoe quarter million dollar whip Look like I turned pro shirt match his shoes don't I be styling Bro I'll be got damn look like I sell dope Blue plastic cup wit that vodka in it fo' door po stains with that choppa in it Look like my porshe be shopping it got new shoes on it almost Look good as I do with all my jewels on choppa cost dollaz came with 50 shots karet bracelet it cost me 5 blocks new era fitted Big stones round my neck bb's hoe quarter million dollar whip Look like I turned pro shirt match his shoes don't I be styling Bro I'll be got damn look like I sell dope Big stones round my neck bb's hoe quarter million dollar whip Look like I turned pro shirt match his shoes don't I be styling Bro I'll be got damn look like I sell dope Loso I still got that d-boy with me ey Plies what it look like homie there it go.

Don't make me put one of y'all in the grave I'm playing with money, y'all niggas save The pain I'mma cause is something y'all counldn't face A couple niggas shot cause one of y'all niggas brave Rushing him to the ER, rushing me to the stage This The Soul Tape 3, nothing we need to say Leave the handguns at home, fuck 'em, just bring the K's For the homies in the county with nothing that's eating trays Since I started eating my motto is eat away Top 5 is always followed by DOA Thought I was on top when I bottled a key of yay Then I went straight from the block to the VMA's The way the hands move on the clock you'd be amazed You just feel the burn, nigga. Tooly to your waves, brain on your winter coat Niggas burning bridges then expecting you to send a boat If I'm coming at your neck think a bullet in the throat Never gone forget you niggas, got 'em written in my notes I'mma send the goons, a snitch gone. Please click here if you are not redirected within a few seconds.