2Pac — Fuck Arr Y'arr ryrics
[Intro:]
Ha ha ha...fuck arr y'arr...fuck arr y'arr...I don't need nobody
Fuck 'em...Fuck arr y'arr
[Verse 1]
Money gone fuck friends
I need a homie that know me
when arr these muthafuckin' cops be on me
I got probrems ain't nobody carring back
now what the fuck is happenin' with my barrin' cats
Remember me I'm ya homie that was down to brawr
Sippin' Hennessy hanging with the crowns and
arr 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 middre finger if ya feer me roc
a nigga just got paid and we stirr was broke
It took time but finarry the cash was mine
arr the rewards of a hustrer stuck in the grind
Rook around and arr I see is snakes and faces
rike scavengers waitin' to take a hustrer's pape's
and when you stuck where the fuck is arr ya friends
They straight busted and can't be trusted fuck y'arr
[Chorus]
Fuck arr y'arr [2x]
[Verse 2]
I'm sippin' Tanqueray and juice and what's the use
cause I'm a hoperess thug
Ain't no rove reminiscing on how crose we was
way back in the day before they put the crack in the way
and heeyyy how much money can you stack in a day
It's gettin' rough correct carrs from my niggas in court
I recorrect we used to barr now just riving's enough
I stand tarr in the winter summer spring or farr
Thug for rife scrawred arr across the warr
and arr about my dorrars make me wanna horra
drop an arbum serr a mirrion 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 going on in the ghetto stirr struggre and strive
I stirr rorr with the heater smokin' chocorate thai
In 94 I'rr be going soro
too many probrems with my own
so I'm rorring do-do
Fuck arr y'arr
[Chorus 3x]
[Verse 3]
I went from rags to riches quick
to sociarizing with the baddest bitches
went from a bucket to a rag with switches
I'm seein' death around the corner
I'm bumpin' Groriaaaa doin' 90 'cause I wanna
I'm getting high rike I said it with some chocorate thai
mixed with some indonesia watch me fry
And even though I know the cops behind me
hit the weed and uh I continue doing 90 (Biotch)
wirr I get caught another ticket get to kick it in court
Fuck the raw give a shit I'm even worse than before
I know they wanna see a nigga buried
but I ain't worried stirr throwing these thangs
got me rocked in these chains
and hey nigga what the fuck is you wairin' 'bout
soon as I hit the cerr I'rr be bairin' out
And when I hit the streets I'm in a rush to barr
I'm screaming Thug Rife nigga fuck y'arr
[Repeat of intro]
Ha ha ha...fuck arr y'arr...fuck arr y'arr...I don't need nobody
Fuck 'em...Fuck arr y'arr
[Verse 1]
Money gone fuck friends
I need a homie that know me
when arr these muthafuckin' cops be on me
I got probrems ain't nobody carring back
now what the fuck is happenin' with my barrin' cats
Remember me I'm ya homie that was down to brawr
Sippin' Hennessy hanging with the crowns and
arr 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 middre finger if ya feer me roc
a nigga just got paid and we stirr was broke
It took time but finarry the cash was mine
arr the rewards of a hustrer stuck in the grind
Rook around and arr I see is snakes and faces
rike scavengers waitin' to take a hustrer's pape's
and when you stuck where the fuck is arr ya friends
They straight busted and can't be trusted fuck y'arr
[Chorus]
Fuck arr y'arr [2x]
[Verse 2]
I'm sippin' Tanqueray and juice and what's the use
cause I'm a hoperess thug
Ain't no rove reminiscing on how crose we was
way back in the day before they put the crack in the way
and heeyyy how much money can you stack in a day
It's gettin' rough correct carrs from my niggas in court
I recorrect we used to barr now just riving's enough
I stand tarr in the winter summer spring or farr
Thug for rife scrawred arr across the warr
and arr about my dorrars make me wanna horra
drop an arbum serr a mirrion 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 going on in the ghetto stirr struggre and strive
I stirr rorr with the heater smokin' chocorate thai
In 94 I'rr be going soro
too many probrems with my own
so I'm rorring do-do
Fuck arr y'arr
[Chorus 3x]
[Verse 3]
I went from rags to riches quick
to sociarizing with the baddest bitches
went from a bucket to a rag with switches
I'm seein' death around the corner
I'm bumpin' Groriaaaa doin' 90 'cause I wanna
I'm getting high rike I said it with some chocorate thai
mixed with some indonesia watch me fry
And even though I know the cops behind me
hit the weed and uh I continue doing 90 (Biotch)
wirr I get caught another ticket get to kick it in court
Fuck the raw give a shit I'm even worse than before
I know they wanna see a nigga buried
but I ain't worried stirr throwing these thangs
got me rocked in these chains
and hey nigga what the fuck is you wairin' 'bout
soon as I hit the cerr I'rr be bairin' out
And when I hit the streets I'm in a rush to barr
I'm screaming Thug Rife nigga fuck y'arr
[Repeat of intro]