Fuc Em All (Album Version)

歌詞

(feat. Havoc (SCC)) [HAVOC] Ping, ping, ping, muthafucka, it's ricochet Havoc Coming with the muthafuckin automatic All niggas and bitches who ain't down with Eiht I'm givin they ass much muthafuckin static Geah like my nigga Eiht say, fuck 'em all [EIHT] Geah, doin it that thuggish way Compton, come on I got controversy like ????? since I hit the big time Noses be sniffin' my fuckin ass to see what's mine (get 'em) You best think twice tryin to take What they make Punk bitch, I'm nuthin' nice (geah) You need to shut your trap This ain't no gangsta rap (get 'em) It's gonna peel your cap Keep snitchin', my fingers twitchin' Never seen a muthafucka (get 'em) Keeps bitchin, uh We rolls through you Who got beef? Teeth smacked out instomatic Automatic static You better be makin out your funeral plans You gets macked up by the notorious murderin man (c'mon geah) I chalks up more points than basketball, now Kurtis Blow Buck that Blow gots to go Niggas run fast when we hoo-ride When we spittin you gets banked up the blind side Jealous fools keep on talking while you walking Cause I'ma hit you up And say fuc em all Somebody say fuc em all... I like when niggas talk much shit about me, gots to smile Let me know I've been on they mind for a while Eiht this, Eiht that Who's fucking Eiht Who's sucking Eiht, wait Wanna be in my pockets Look it little hoe so bring that eye close, I'ma sock it Test my gang affiliation And you gon' get hit, no shit, sent on a long vacation Got my shit floatin just like pigeons, can't fake it Damn sho' can't fake it so you wanna take it fools Ducking, don't push me Calling up bitches, wanna salt me up To get the pussy Get it on your own If you can't get it, need to quit it Bitch leave it alone (Bitch) So don't run game with my name If you do it's a damn shame, geah So watch me ball as I stand tall To yell fuc em all Somebody yell fuc em all, it don' stop... Bitches all up in my business But they really can't tell what my game is (that's right) Wanna know who I'm in, I hope the Bitches stop gossippin' Wishing they was Oprah 8 million stories is what they having Save it You got more drama than David (sorry-ass) Pay no attention to bitches, fuck that I gots no cheese for them first class hoodrats Playing on my pager and my phone ain't no love at all But get your punk-ass nigga, friends to call Uh, I gots no choice "Fuck you bitch" comes straight out my voice Not all ho's is bitches, y'know what I'm sayin' But they set up traps to get pregnant and keep a nigga paying These chips ain't for dippin Keep that grand canyon pussy, ain't no whipping So scoot that ass on before you get the boot Geah all alone It's like that In the nine to the six, uh Fuc em all Somebody yell fuc em all... It don't stop... In the muthafuckin house, nigga Eihthype in the house Nigga On The Run in the house Little Hawk & Bird in the house I say Da Foe in the house Compton in this bitch