Fuck All Y'all
'Pac in a slurred, drunken voice:
Ha ha ha, f*** all y'all, f*** all y'all, I don't need nobodyF*** 'em, f*** all y'all
[Continuous front: I thought I had friends,but I ain't got no fucking friends]
Money gone f*** friendsI need a homie that know meWhen all these motherf***in' cops be on meI got problems ain't nobody calling backNow what the f*** is happenin' with my ballin' catsRemember me I'm ya homie that was down to brawlSippin' Hennessy hanging with the clowns andAll we used to do is drink brew, screw and common knewWe had b****es by the dozens "huh" we f***in' cousinsYou can throw ya middle finger if ya feel me locA n**** just got paid and we still was brokeIt took time, but finally the cash was mineAll the rewards of a hustler stuck in the grindLook around, and all I see is snakes and fakesIt's like scavengers waitin' to take a hustler's placeAnd if you stuck, where the f*** is all ya friendsThey straight busted and can't be trusted f*** y'all
F*** all y'all, f*** all y'all
I'm sippin' Tanqueray and juice and what's the useCause I'm a hopeless thugAin't no love reminiscing on how close we wasWay back in the day before they put the crack in the wayAnd hey how much money can you stack in a dayIt's gettin' rough collect calls from my n****s in cuffsI recollect we used to ball now just living's enoughI stand tall in the winter summer spring or fallThug for life sprawled all across the wallAnd all about my dollars make me wanna hollaDrop an album sell a million give a f*** about tomorrowI know it's gettin' crazy after darkThese marks keep on huffin' and puffin'Ain't no fear in my heartWhat's going on in the ghetto still struggle and striveI still roll with the heater smokin' chocolate ThaiIn 94 I'll be going soloToo many problems of my own so I'm rollin' doloF*** all y'all
F*** all y'all, f*** all y'allF*** all y'all, f*** all y'allF*** all y'all, f*** all y'all
I went from rags to richesQuick to socializing with the baddest b****esWent from a bucket to a rag with switchesI'm seein' death around the cornerI'm bumpin' Gloria doin' 90 'cause I wannaI'm getting high and like I said it was some chocolate ThaiMixed with some indonesia watch me flyAnd even though I know the cops behind meHit the weed and uh I continue doing 90 (Biotch)Until I get caught another ticket get to kick it in courtF*** the law give a s*** I'm even worse than beforeI know they wanna see a n**** buriedBut I ain't worried still throwing these thangsGot me locked in these chainsAnd hey n**** what the f*** is you wailin' 'boutSoon as I hit the cell I'll be bailin' outAnd when I hit the streets I'm in a rush to ballI'm screaming Thug Life n**** f*** y'all
Ha ha ha, f*** all y'all, f*** all y'all, I don't need nobodyF*** 'em, f*** all y'all