F*** Em All - 2Pac

You a what? Bad Boy Killaz 
(That's right bitch, f*** em' all)
Hahaha yeah nigga, f*** em' all
(That's right bitch, f*** em' all)
f*** all you muthaf***ers
Ay Yo Biggie Put your hands up

Now I can make it happen 
My rappin' is similar to muthaf***ers 
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
f*** 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 f*** em' all

(That's right bitch, f*** em' all)
(Young Noble) Come put your hands up in the air, it's a middle finger affair, yeah
(That's right bitch, f*** em' all)

Now could you picture my criminal status at its f***in' 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 f***ing streets

Now put your muthaf***ing hands up
If you'se a rider (ride)
Niggaz ain't killers
So they hidin'
Why?
Fu