Fucc Em

Lyrics

(Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle) Yeah we know your used to putting work that's sold Nigga and we seen your paper work your told All these niggas either sniffin' glass or they livin' off the past Where I'm blowing money fast with my bros Lately I've been seeing niggas sell they soul How you catch a case and bail out on parole I been state to state gettin money on the road And I had to reevaluate who I could talk to on the phone Switch it up, spit the game pay attention you should listen up Follow code and one day you gon' get rich as us Seven digit street nigga that ain't rich enough Forty million on the crib like that nigga puff Niggas buying yachts niggas buying jets Make me wanna buy the block just to reinvest Know my young niggas catch it fore' it's nothin left (Hook: Y2) Bury me the realest ever did it yet Hopefully my day ones will remember this Keep that shit a hunnid one until the death Even when I'm gone they'll see I never left Looking at the whip like, "glad I never quit" Pass my niggas women thought we'd never hit Stickin' to the script get rich and never switch All my role models doin' sentences Yeah (Chorus) (fucc em all, fucc em all fucc em all fucc em all fucc em all fucc em all fucc em all, fucc em all fucc em all- fucc em all, fucc em all fucc em all fucc em all fucc em all) (Verse 2:Freeway) Fuck each and every one of 'em I fear none of 'em Frank Lukas push his roof back in front of him Leave a nigga toothless when it comes to the loot I go stupid with the butt of the gun, know where I'm coming from? North Philly where Frazier and Muhammad sparred Last name Akbar they callin' all cop cars When they pull you over, they might shoot you over Movin now that we true men they know who we are They took a kink from us, they X'd Malcom out You kidding me? I did my own black history Studied Illmatic raised the roof out Yeah, that's the main reason why these other rappers can't get with me Fuck em all, I hear a whistle know it's time to ball Y'all niggas throwing fouls but y'all don't wanna brawl How you going to mission with no vision Fuck Stevie's like a sight Look at Stevie's ambition We hood niggas that did it (Verse 3:Cuzzy Capone) Different nigga now that my pops gone Low tolerance promised he'll get popped on Microwave the bullets sounding like popcorn Grind heavy the cops come or the rocks gone Same nigga 'cept with the time changed When I couldn't get money I used to find ways Countin' thousands up for cavvy in the hallway It wasn't long til I figured out grind pays We still in search of them bright days Dark streets only light when police raid When niggas stress out and let the shots off (?) like a skillet, it'll pop off I hit the ave and post with the uncut raw Sacked it up and told niggas I had to (?) Nothing fancy, protect myself with the 8 ball It wasn't easy, I had to hustle on (?) (Hook: Y2) Bury me the realest that ever did it yet Hopefully my day ones will remember this Keep that shit a hunnid one until the death Even when I'm gone they'll see I never left Looking at the whip like, "glad I never quit" Pass my niggas women thought we'd never hit Stickin' to the script get rich and never switch All my role models doin' sentences Yea (Chorus) (fucc em all, fucc em all fucc em all fucc em all fucc em all fucc em all fucc em all, fucc em all fucc em all- fucc em all, fucc em all fucc em all fucc em all fucc em all)