Fuck all y all lyrics

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Fuck all y'all, fuck all y'all, fuck all y'all I don't need nobody Fuck 'em, fuck all y'all Money gone fuck friends, I need a homie that know me When all these muthafuckin' cops be on me I got problems ain't nobody callin' back Now, what the fuck is happenin' with my ballin' cats? Remember me, I'm ya homie that was down to brawl Sippin' Hennessey hangin' with the clowns and all We used to do is drink brew, screw and common knew We had bitches by the dozens oh, we fuckin' 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 fuck is all ya friends? They straight busted and can't be trusted fuck y'all Fuck all y'all, fuck all y'all I'm sippin' Tanqueray and juice and what's the use?

Remember me? I'm your homie that was down to brawl Sippin' Hennessy, hangin' with the clowns, and all We used to do is drink brew, screw and common knew We had bitches by the dozens, we fuckin' cousins You can throw your middle finger if you 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 fakes It's like scavengers, waitin' to take a hustler's place And when you stuck, where the fuck is all your friends? They straight busted and can't be trusted; fuck y'all! It's gettin' rough, collect calls from my niggas in cuffs I recollect we used to ball, now just living's enough I stand tall in the winter, summer, spring or fall "Thug For Life" sprawled all across the wall And all about my dollars make me wanna holla Drop an album, sell a million, give a fuck 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 goin' on in the ghetto?