Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Fuck All Y’all’ by 2Pac. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 2Pac or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
‘Pac in a slurred, drunken voice:
Ha ha ha, f*** all y’all, f*** all y’all, I don’t need nobody
F*** ’em, f*** all y’all
Money gone f*** friends
I need a homie that know me
When all these motherf***in’ cops be on me
I got problems ain’t nobody calling back
Now what the f*** 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****es by the dozens “huh” we f***in’ cousins
You can throw ya middle finger if ya feel me loc
A n**** 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
It’s like scavengers waitin’ to take a hustler’s place
And if you stuck, where the f*** is all ya friends
They straight busted and can’t be trusted f*** y’all
F*** all y’all, f*** all y’all
I’m sippin’ Tanqueray and juice and what’s the use
Cause I’m a hopeless thug
Ain’t no love reminiscing 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 n****s in cuffs
I recollect we used to ball now just living’s enough
I stand tall in the winter summer spring or fall
Thug for life sprawled all across the wall
And all about my dollars make me wanna holla
Drop an album sell a million give a f*** 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 still struggle and strive
I still roll with the heater smokin’ chocolate Thai
In 94 I’ll be going solo
Too many problems of my own so I’m rollin’ dolo
F*** all y’all
F*** all y’all, f*** all y’all
F*** all y’all, f*** all y’all
F*** all y’all, f*** all y’all
I went from rags to riches
Quick to socializing with the baddest b****es
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 getting high and like I said it was 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)
Until I get caught another ticket get to kick it in court
F*** the law give a s*** I’m even worse than before
I know they wanna see a n**** buried
But I ain’t worried still throwing these thangs
Got me locked in these chains
And hey n**** what the f*** 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**** f*** y’all
Ha ha ha, f*** all y’all, f*** all y’all, I don’t need nobody
F*** ’em, f*** all y’all