HOPE F-ck Y'all Lyrics
money gone f-ck friendsi need a homie that know me
when all these muthaf-ckin' cops be on me
i got problems ain't nobody calling back
now what the f-ck is happenin' with my ballin' cats
remember me i'm ya homie that was down to brawl
sippin' hennessy hanging with the clowns and
all we used to do is drink brew, screw and common knew
we had b-tches by the dozens oh we f-ckin' cousins
you can throw ya middle finger if ya feel me loc
a n-gga 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 f-ck is all ya friends
they straight busted and can't be trusted f-ck y'all
f-ck all ya, f-ck all ya
ah, i've been a g, been thuggin' since …
chasing down ice cream in the middle of the street
bringing home else and blaming it on our teachers
experimenting what we f-cking hoes by the bleaches
shooting street lights on the bricks in the back yard
playing with guns, we act hard
friends locked up, we got cousins in the system
no older brother, i am the older brother and it's non fiction
gang friction, tv trying to convince me
that this black president understand what's against me
he's got the world's best job, and i don't qualify to sell shoes in the mall
he doesn't understand it all so who am i to call
i was raised by the rappers, schooled by the curb
fed by trappers, shot at by neighbors and ignored by the fans
you … you don't know who i am, motherf-ck y'all
that's right f-ck all ya, f-ck all ya, f-ck all ya
[ lyrics from http://rapsonglyrics.blogspot.com/2011/04/hope-ft-tupac-shakur-f-ck-yall.html ]
i went from rags to riches quick
to socializing with the baddest b-tches
went from a bucket to a rag with switches
i'm seein' death around the corner
i'm bumpin' gloriaaaa doin' 90 'cause i wanna
i'm getting high like i said it with some chocolate thai
mixed with some indonesia watch me fly
and even though i know the cops behind me
hit the weed and uh i continue doing 90 (biotch)
will i get caught another ticket get to kick it in court
f-ck the law give a shit i'm even worse than before
i know they wanna see a n-gga buried
but i ain't worried still throwing these thangs
got me locked in these chains
and hey n-gga what the f-ck is you wailin' 'bout
soon as i hit the cell i'll be bailin' out
and when i hit the streets i'm in a rush to ball
I'm screaming thug life n-gga f-ck y'all
f-ck all ya man, f-ck all ya, …nobody, f-ck all ya.
