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

(Verse 1: Tupac)

Now I can make it happen
My rappin' is similar to muthafuckers 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 coastFuck 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 Fuck em' all(Chorus)(That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)(Young Noble) Come put your hands up in the air, it's a middle finger affair, yeah(That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)(Verse 2: Kadafi)Now could you picture my criminal status at its fuckin' peakEven the baddest be gettin murdered in they seatsI'm addicted to these streetslike crack is to these creepsSeein' visions of a prisonwake up screamin' in my sleepIs there a heaven in this hella possibility of livin' wellBut if they killin' meI get my stripes and whose to tellChoosing to sellI'd rather die and be deceasedWorld mob figga addicted to these fucking streets(Verse 3: Edi)Now put your muthafucking hands upIf you'se a rider (ride)Niggaz ain't killersSo they hidin'Why?Fuck em' all, touch em' allThat's the way that we do itRide up, hop the fuck out watch that bitch nigga lose itMan I'm as strong as this game Ya'll be knowing my name (Edi)A young high strung thug niggaCreated by painLivin' my life in the fast laneGettin' fucked by the pastGot my mind on my cash and my next piece of assSo fuck em' all(Chorus)(That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)(young noble) Come put your hands up in the air, It's a middle finger affair, yeah(That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)(young noble) I do my girl all by my lonely, don't need no phony homey to call me(That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)(young noble) Back off I hit at everyone of you homies, so don't get comfortable, I'm runnin' you(That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)(young noble) Nigga, we Outlaw ridah'z don't give a fuck if ya love us we thuggin'(Verse 4: Tupac)I got glad bags with enemies Cut up so they remember meSoaked up in HennesseySo they relatives know it's me You can bet your last dollarI'll dick em' and hollaRidin' these hoochiesLike they some heavy ass Chevy impalasJump up and get your ass shot upFor the profit pick my glock upI'm bustin' in self defense ya seePoppin' nobody got em'Holla Outlaw riders Mash up on the gas pedalVacate the sceneCount the cash and stash the precious metalHere come the coppersThe swat team and the helicoptersThem crackers is crazyWhy? Cause they'll never stop usI watch Arnold Swarchzeneggerbust some body in the movieNow I want to do it too Ohh, ohh niggaz is too throughTrue to the gameI claim Outlaw ridersWe give a fuck what they tryI'm...(Verse 5: Young Noble)Cause Young Noble behind itCan you picture me stickin' niggaz for they watch and chainKick back lil niggaAnd watch the gameGet your mobb rocked and what-notWe keep it poppin' like a drug spotThe streets know what's hotTrust me(Verse 6: Napoleon)Even my hood call me baby Malcolm X with the tek'sShower some slugs on em'I've got a brother don't rest And he keep some drugs on himAlways in grind moodHustle to find foodEver seen faces of deathThat's what my nine do(Verse 7: Kastro)I keep my mind on my moneyAnd my money on my mindWith my back against the wallLike I'm runnin' outta timeEven rap with a gatI must be goin' out my mindLike I'm up against the worldThis guerilla team of mineScreamin'Thug Life Bitch, Fuck em' all(That's right bitch, Fuck em all)And die for em' Even if them the last nigga left I'ma ride for em'Feel me?Until they kill me, that's how I'm rollin'Fuck em' allLet them dieThat's my sloganFuck em' all(Chorus)(That's right bitch, Fuck em all)(Young Noble) Come put your hands up in the air, It's a middle finger affair, yeah(That's right bitch, Fuck em all)(Young Noble) I do my girl up by my lonely, don't need no phony homey to call me(That's right bitch, Fuck em all)(Young Noble) Back off I hit at everyone of you homies so don't get comfortable, I'm runnin' you(That's right bitch, Fuck em all)(Young Noble) Nigga, we Outlaw ridah'z don't give a fuck if ya love us we thuggin'(That's right bitch, Fuck em all) (repeat 2 times to fade)