Fuck Everybody

Lyrics

[Intro: Illmac] My attitude is "Fuck everybody" I'm just out here doin' what I gotta do My attitude is "Fuck everybody" I'm just out here doin' what I gotta do Ch-Ch-Cha-Cha-Chase Moore [Hook: Illmac] My attitude is "Fuck everybody" I'm just out here doin' what I gotta do My attitude is "Fuck everybody" I'm just out here doin' what I gotta do Everybody talkin', I don't listen to 'em Homie, who the fuck you talkin' to? My attitude is "Fuck everybody" I'm just out here doin' what I gotta do [Verse 1: Daylyt] I couldn't wait 'til we meet I butcher all beef I hurt y'all, the first dog, on Wolf of Wall Street Y'all street kids strapped like car seats Never shop, but I maul geeks Split his shirt in half, leavin' him salty If it's money, your man a chicken, fuck ya rooster Get a lil' bitch a bandanna: Punky Brewster No home, I'll bring the camp in to get the tension If the fire in the middle, the riddle creates suspension Suspicious I'm vicious, my nigga Vishiss Put on, a G need a hundred and three wishes Granted, you can't rock wit' this hype hypothesis Posse play possum Wash them pussies, we wet cats Need a prophet to profit the saddest stories No bull, they mad adore me Exit, think I'm kiddin'? Left neckless Category is reckless, perfect driving record Drove you to Hell I'm licensed to show you the L's Breathe [Verse 2: Illmac] Live by the Warriors' motto, "Fuck the Feds" Hattori Hanzo sword to swallow Double-edged, God body, style probably more Diablo (Fire!) Straight up, cross the line, lay ya horizontal Sorry for your mama, shots drop ya: Caine's 40 bottle (Buck!) Hair-trigger, then the tortoise follow Shells fallin' and revolvin' like Forgiatos Uh, play the chord staccato Pullin' strings, Portland capo Boss in California also LSC, run the West, B.C. to the port in Cabo The tides turnin', they wave-ride and get wigs split 50/50, we stay grindin' and skate on 'em Beats bangin', it's gang violence, the snakes plottin' Go ahead, dig up dirt, then you'll find some bodies: you grave-robbin' Don't respect your principles: you Bayside-ing Foolish students got that school of thought, 'til it get shot up like you mainlining Don't need your credit, we don't bank on it Leave us alone You being deaded if you pay homage West up! [Hook: Illmac] My attitude is "Fuck everybody" I'm just out here doin' what I gotta do (what I gotta do) My attitude is "Fuck everybody" I'm just out here doin' what I gotta do Everybody talkin', I don't listen to 'em Homie, who the fuck you talkin' to? (fuck you talkin' to!?) My attitude is "Fuck everybody" I'm just out here doin' what I gotta do (fuck everybody!) [Verse 3: B. Dot] First off, fuck where you from, this is RBG And this ain't no Western Conference, my nigga - this LSC Watch yo' feet when steppin' to me He'll get tripped up like LSD From the city of PPB But I'm in the whip, wit' a Crip that be chuckin' up them two C's For you MCs that cannot see We bring it to you in 3-D like it's IMAX - grab a seat I know Illmac, he a G who will chase you down in the street You'll get beat, and Chase on the beat This is heat Can't measure degrees when it's far hotter than Celsius Squad comin' to melt ya shit Burner burnin' my pelvis, rock the world on some Elvis shit Half of my thoughts is devilish Relish the fact that I'm balanced I'm godly 'til you critique my wings, and get smacked wit' a chalice Cup spilleth over My Disciples got rifles and shoot like guards from Villanova It's the God, don't mention Hova This is LSC, West Costa Nostra B. Dot the God, brag and boast I brought a body bag for all you fuckin' posers Fuck everybody [Verse 4: Geechi Gotti] Yeah, I fuck 'em all with a magic Johnson Magnum poppin' One of the realest Crips they have in Compton You not a shooter, then it's nothin' we can have in common Free the real, remember fightin' over packs of ramen You rhyming shit you don't live will get you killed, sport The average lifespan of gang-bangers? Shit is real short I seen niggas get life for what they represent It's evident, the only thing I fear is evidence God flow, shit hot like where the Devil went He prayed right before they killed him (bow!) Guess he was Heaven-sent Nose full of angel dust, it got that Heaven scent Disrespectful, I'll chuck the hood up at the President Crip-walk in front of Cardi, and then I spit on her Knock her out and get some real 'migos to piss on her I'm pissed off - don't get me started on the industry You fake thugs pay for protection, you ain't in the streets Middle finger to 'em all like, "Fuck the enemies" The epitome of if 2Pac had a mini-me I been a G If it ain't John, you can't compare to Gotti Mafia - other than that, fuck everybody [Hook: Illmac] My attitude is "Fuck everybody" I'm just out here doin' what I gotta do (what I gotta do) My attitude is "Fuck everybody" I'm just out here doin' what I gotta do Everybody talkin', I don't listen to 'em Homie, who the fuck you talkin' to? (fuck you talkin' to!?) My attitude is "Fuck everybody" I'm just out here doin' what I gotta do (fuck everybody!) [Outro] Ch-Ch-Cha-Cha-Chase Moore