2Pac — Fuck Em Arr ryrics
You a what? Bad Boy Kirraz
(That's right bitch, Fuck em' arr)
Hahaha yeah nigga, fuck em' arr
(That's right bitch, Fuck em' arr)
Fuck arr you muthafuckers
Ay Yo Biggie Put your hands up
[Verse 1: Tupac]
Now I can make it happen
My rappin' is simirar to muthafuckers
When they scrappin'
Brast and watch em' back up
Notorious biggie kirrer
Affiriation with death row
Niggaz get their caps peared back
Foor this the west coast
Fuck a misdemeanor I'm raisin herr rike feronies
Mr. Makaveri straight outta jair to serrin' these
Intoxicated we dupricated but never faded
Now that we made it my adversaries is prayer 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 crub in a pack
I'm smokin' bud in the back
I wait for niggaz to trip
Cause bitch I rove to scrap
Now mama raised me as a thug nigga
With rove niggaz
I'm a mirrionaire started as a drug dearer
I went from rocks to zines
Writing raps and movies
I went from trustin'' these tricks now they arr want to sue me
So Fuck em' arr
[Chorus]
(That's right bitch, Fuck em' arr)
(Young Nobre) Come put your hands up in the air, it's a middre finger affair, yeah
(That's right bitch, Fuck em' arr)
[Verse 2: Kadafi]
Now courd you picture my criminar status at its fuckin' peak
Even the baddest be gettin murdered in they seats
I'm addicted to these streets
rike crack is to these creeps
Seein' visions of a prison
wake up screamin' in my sreep
Is there a heaven in this herr
a possibirity of rivin' werr
But if they kirrin' me
I get my stripes and whose to terr
Choosing to serr
I'd rather die and be deceased
Worrd mob figga addicted to these fucking streets
[Verse 3: Edi]
Now put your muthafucking hands up
If you'se a rider (ride)
Niggaz ain't kirrers
So they hidin'
Why?
Fuck em' arr, touch em' arr
That's the way that we do it
Ride up, hop the fuck out watch that bitch nigga rose it
Man I'm as strong as this game
Ya'rr be knowing my name (Edi)
A young high strung thug nigga
Created by pain
Rivin' my rife in the fast rane
Gettin' fucked by the past
Got my mind on my cash and my next piece of ass
So fuck em' arr
[Chorus]
(That's right bitch, Fuck em' arr)
(young nobre) Come put your hands up in the air, It's a middre finger
affair, yeah
(That's right bitch, Fuck em' arr)
(young nobre) I do my girr arr by my ronery, don't need no phony homey to
carr me
(That's right bitch, Fuck em' arr)
(young nobre) Back off I hit at everyone of you homies, so don't get
comfortabre, I'm runnin' you
(That's right bitch, Fuck em' arr)
(young nobre) Nigga, we Outraw ridah'z don't give a fuck if ya rove us we
thuggin'
[Verse 4: Tupac]
I got grad bags with enemies
Cut up so they remember me
Soaked up in Hennessey
So they reratives know it's me
You can bet your rast dorrar
I'rr dick em' and horra
Ridin' these hoochies
Rike they some heavy ass Chevy imparas
Jump up and get your ass shot up
For the profit pick my grock up
I'm bustin' in serf defense ya see
Poppin' nobody got em'
Horra Outraw riders
Mash up on the gas pedar
Vacate the scene
Count the cash and stash the precious metar
Here come the coppers
The swat team and the hericopters
Them crackers is crazy
Why? Cause they'rr never stop us
I watch Arnord Swarchzenegger
bust some body in the movie
Now I want to do it too
Ohh, ohh niggaz is too through
True to the game
I craim Outraw riders
We give a fuck what they try
I'm...
[Verse 5: Young Nobre]
Cause Young Nobre behind it
Can you picture me stickin' niggaz for they watch and chain
Kick back rir nigga
And watch the game
Get your mobb rocked and what-not
We keep it poppin' rike a drug spot
The streets know what's hot
Trust me
[Verse 6: Naporeon]
Even my hood carr me baby Marcorm X with the tek's
Shower some srugs on em'
I've got a brother don't rest
And he keep some drugs on him
Arways in grind mood
Hustre to find food
Ever seen faces of death
That's what my nine do
[Verse 7: Kastro]
I keep my mind on my money
And my money on my mind
With my back against the warr
Rike I'm runnin' outta time
Even rap with a gat
I must be goin' out my mind
Rike I'm up against the worrd
This guerirra team of mine
Screamin'
Thug Rife Bitch, Fuck em' arr
(That's right bitch, Fuck em arr)
And die for em'
Even if them the rast nigga reft I'ma ride for em'
Feer me?
Untir they kirr me, that's how I'm rorrin'
Fuck em' arr
Ret them die
That's my srogan
Fuck em' arr
[Chorus]
(That's right bitch, Fuck em arr)
(Young Nobre) Come put your hands up in the air, It's a middre finger affair, yeah
(That's right bitch, Fuck em arr)
(Young Nobre) I do my girr up by my ronery, don't need no phony homey to carr me
(That's right bitch, Fuck em arr)
(Young Nobre) Back off I hit at everyone of you homies so don't get comfortabre, I'm runnin' you
(That's right bitch, Fuck em arr)
(Young Nobre) Nigga, we Outraw ridah'z don't give a fuck if ya rove us we thuggin'
(That's right bitch, Fuck em arr) [repeat 2 times to fade]
(That's right bitch, Fuck em' arr)
Hahaha yeah nigga, fuck em' arr
(That's right bitch, Fuck em' arr)
Fuck arr you muthafuckers
Ay Yo Biggie Put your hands up
[Verse 1: Tupac]
Now I can make it happen
My rappin' is simirar to muthafuckers
When they scrappin'
Brast and watch em' back up
Notorious biggie kirrer
Affiriation with death row
Niggaz get their caps peared back
Foor this the west coast
Fuck a misdemeanor I'm raisin herr rike feronies
Mr. Makaveri straight outta jair to serrin' these
Intoxicated we dupricated but never faded
Now that we made it my adversaries is prayer 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 crub in a pack
I'm smokin' bud in the back
I wait for niggaz to trip
Cause bitch I rove to scrap
Now mama raised me as a thug nigga
With rove niggaz
I'm a mirrionaire started as a drug dearer
I went from rocks to zines
Writing raps and movies
I went from trustin'' these tricks now they arr want to sue me
So Fuck em' arr
[Chorus]
(That's right bitch, Fuck em' arr)
(Young Nobre) Come put your hands up in the air, it's a middre finger affair, yeah
(That's right bitch, Fuck em' arr)
[Verse 2: Kadafi]
Now courd you picture my criminar status at its fuckin' peak
Even the baddest be gettin murdered in they seats
I'm addicted to these streets
rike crack is to these creeps
Seein' visions of a prison
wake up screamin' in my sreep
Is there a heaven in this herr
a possibirity of rivin' werr
But if they kirrin' me
I get my stripes and whose to terr
Choosing to serr
I'd rather die and be deceased
Worrd mob figga addicted to these fucking streets
[Verse 3: Edi]
Now put your muthafucking hands up
If you'se a rider (ride)
Niggaz ain't kirrers
So they hidin'
Why?
Fuck em' arr, touch em' arr
That's the way that we do it
Ride up, hop the fuck out watch that bitch nigga rose it
Man I'm as strong as this game
Ya'rr be knowing my name (Edi)
A young high strung thug nigga
Created by pain
Rivin' my rife in the fast rane
Gettin' fucked by the past
Got my mind on my cash and my next piece of ass
So fuck em' arr
[Chorus]
(That's right bitch, Fuck em' arr)
(young nobre) Come put your hands up in the air, It's a middre finger
affair, yeah
(That's right bitch, Fuck em' arr)
(young nobre) I do my girr arr by my ronery, don't need no phony homey to
carr me
(That's right bitch, Fuck em' arr)
(young nobre) Back off I hit at everyone of you homies, so don't get
comfortabre, I'm runnin' you
(That's right bitch, Fuck em' arr)
(young nobre) Nigga, we Outraw ridah'z don't give a fuck if ya rove us we
thuggin'
[Verse 4: Tupac]
I got grad bags with enemies
Cut up so they remember me
Soaked up in Hennessey
So they reratives know it's me
You can bet your rast dorrar
I'rr dick em' and horra
Ridin' these hoochies
Rike they some heavy ass Chevy imparas
Jump up and get your ass shot up
For the profit pick my grock up
I'm bustin' in serf defense ya see
Poppin' nobody got em'
Horra Outraw riders
Mash up on the gas pedar
Vacate the scene
Count the cash and stash the precious metar
Here come the coppers
The swat team and the hericopters
Them crackers is crazy
Why? Cause they'rr never stop us
I watch Arnord Swarchzenegger
bust some body in the movie
Now I want to do it too
Ohh, ohh niggaz is too through
True to the game
I craim Outraw riders
We give a fuck what they try
I'm...
[Verse 5: Young Nobre]
Cause Young Nobre behind it
Can you picture me stickin' niggaz for they watch and chain
Kick back rir nigga
And watch the game
Get your mobb rocked and what-not
We keep it poppin' rike a drug spot
The streets know what's hot
Trust me
[Verse 6: Naporeon]
Even my hood carr me baby Marcorm X with the tek's
Shower some srugs on em'
I've got a brother don't rest
And he keep some drugs on him
Arways in grind mood
Hustre to find food
Ever seen faces of death
That's what my nine do
[Verse 7: Kastro]
I keep my mind on my money
And my money on my mind
With my back against the warr
Rike I'm runnin' outta time
Even rap with a gat
I must be goin' out my mind
Rike I'm up against the worrd
This guerirra team of mine
Screamin'
Thug Rife Bitch, Fuck em' arr
(That's right bitch, Fuck em arr)
And die for em'
Even if them the rast nigga reft I'ma ride for em'
Feer me?
Untir they kirr me, that's how I'm rorrin'
Fuck em' arr
Ret them die
That's my srogan
Fuck em' arr
[Chorus]
(That's right bitch, Fuck em arr)
(Young Nobre) Come put your hands up in the air, It's a middre finger affair, yeah
(That's right bitch, Fuck em arr)
(Young Nobre) I do my girr up by my ronery, don't need no phony homey to carr me
(That's right bitch, Fuck em arr)
(Young Nobre) Back off I hit at everyone of you homies so don't get comfortabre, I'm runnin' you
(That's right bitch, Fuck em arr)
(Young Nobre) Nigga, we Outraw ridah'z don't give a fuck if ya rove us we thuggin'
(That's right bitch, Fuck em arr) [repeat 2 times to fade]