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Fuck All Y'all

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"Fuck All Y'all." - 2Pac

Friday, 23 October 2026, 05:09 am

Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me)

Track No: 11

(I thought I had friends, but I ain't got no fuckin' friends)
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 motherfuckin' 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 your homie that was down to brawl
Sippin' Hennessy, hangin' with the clowns and all
We used to do is drink brew, screw and come anew
We had bitches by the dozens, uh, we fuckin' cousins
You can throw your middle finger if you feel me, loc
A **** 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
Just like scavengers, waitin' to take a hustler's plate
And when you stuck, where the fuck is all your friends?
They straight busted and can't be trusted
Fuck y'all
(I thought I had friends, but I ain't got no fuckin' friends)
Fuck all y'all
(I thought I had friends, but I ain't got no fuckin' friends)
Fuck all y'all
(I thought I had friends, but I ain't got no)
I'm sippin' Tanqueray and juice
And what's the use?
'Cause I'm a hopeless thug
Ain't no love
Reminiscin' on how close we was
Way back in the day
Before they put the crack in the way
And hey, how much money can you stack in a day?
It's gettin' rough
Collect-calls from my **** in cuffs
I recollect we used to ball, now just living's enough
I stand tall in the winter, summer, spring and fall
"Thug For Life" scrawled all across the wall
They know 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?
Still struggle and strive
I still roll with the heater, smokin' chocolate thai
In '94, I be goin' solo
Too many problems of my own, so I'm rollin' dolo
Fuck all y'all
(I thought I had friends, but I ain't got no fuckin' friends)
That's right, fuck all y'all
(I thought I had friends, but I ain't got no fuckin' friends)
Fuck all y'all
Fuck all y'all
(I thought I had friends, but I ain't got no)
I went from rags to riches
Quick to socializin' with the baddest bitches
Went from a bucket to a rag with switches
I'm seein' death around the corner
I'm bumpin' "Gloria", doin' 90 'cause I wanna
I'm gettin' 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 I, I continue doin' 90
Will I get caught? Another ticket, get to kick it in court
Fuck the law, give a shit, I'm even worse than before
I know they wanna see a **** buried
But I ain't worried
Still throwin' these things
Got me locked in these chains
And hey, ****, what the fuck 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 screamin' "Thug Life, ****", "Fuck y'all"
That's right
Fuck all y'all, man
(I thought I had friends, but I ain't got no fuckin' friends)
Fuck all y'all
That is right
I don't need nobody
(I thought I had friends, but I ain't got no fuckin' friends)
Fuck all y'all
Ya bitches
Fuck all the hard copy today
First editions, daily news
The New York Post, all those motherfuckers
Fuck all y'all
Fuck 'em
(I thought I had friends, but I ain't got no fuckin' friends)
(I thought I had friends, but I ain't got no)
(I thought I had friends, but I ain't got no fuckin' friends)

Writer(s): 2Pac, Malcolm Greenidge & K. Cox.

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