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The lyrics paint a grim picture of street life, characterized by constant threats and a deep-seated distrust of others. The opening lines immediately establish a sense of territoriality and a readiness for conflict, with the narrator stating, "Been around for twenty-two years, now I'm headin' into twenty-three / Niggas tryna fuck me in the game, I ain't goin, G." This sets a tone of survival where vigilance and aggression are paramount, suggesting that any perceived weakness or challenge will be met with extreme force, as evidenced by the threat to "test me and see what I mean?" The environment is depicted as one where "talk is cheap" and true value lies in "hustle" and "clockin' green," reinforcing a transactional and often violent ethos. The central tension revolves around a pervasive paranoia and a brutal pragmatism born from a harsh reality. The narrators express a profound lack of faith in humanity, with lines like "I know you'll do the same, I'm livin' in a world of lies" and "Don't trust no motherfuckers, 'cause these suckers steady 'trate." This distrust fuels a cycle of violence and self-preservation, where aggression is not just a defense mechanism but a primary mode of operation. The repeated threats of death and dismemberment, such as "cut your throat" or "foot in your ass, I'm known to whoop a bitch good," underscore the extreme stakes and the casual brutality of their world. A striking element of the craft is the stark, almost nihilistic imagery used to describe the consequences of conflict. The idea of being "blown out on the curb" and becoming "just a word / Out a nigga's mouth" when "the smoke clears" powerfully conveys the ephemeral and often forgotten nature of lives lost in this environment. Similarly, Lil' Klik's chilling confession, "Them bitches reported a kidnappin', but the bodies in my closet," juxtaposed with the casual mention of getting high, highlights a disturbing detachment from extreme violence. This juxtaposition of brutal acts with a sense of routine or even pleasure is a key feature that amplifies the unsettling nature of the lyrics. Ultimately, the effectiveness of these lyrics stems from their unflinching portrayal of a world where survival necessitates a hardened, often sociopathic, outlook. The raw, aggressive language and the graphic depictions of violence serve to immerse the listener in this harsh reality, leaving little room for ambiguity. The repeated, defiant "Fuck all y'all" acts as a visceral rejection of external judgment and a declaration of self-reliance in a world that offers no quarter. It’s this unapologetic, confrontational stance that defines the song's impact, forcing listeners to confront a bleak perspective without offering any easy answers or solace.

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Fuck All Y’all

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[Intro: Tommy Wright III & Lil' Klik] Welcome (Welcome, welcome) To (To, to, to) The Tommy (The Tommy, Tommy) Wright (Wright, Wright) Show (Show, show) Willett (Willett, Willett) Klick (Klick, Klick) [Verse 1: M.D.B.] Been around for twenty-two years, now I'm headin' into twenty-three Niggas tryna fuck me in the game, I ain't goin, G So, to watch my back, I pack a Gat that's loaded to extreme Niggas think I'm fakin', won't you test me and see what I mean? 'Cause it's kinda hard when you scarred by the city streets Suckers don't speak if you weak, knowin' talk is cheap Stay about your hustle, if you real when you're clockin' green Shakin' them bones, shootin' them tones, breakin' a bitch whеn you scheme Busters in thе game, let 'em hang like a fuckin' rope Talkin' shit will make me switch into O.J. and cut your throat Bitches on a mission, don't you journey through my neighborhood Fuckin' for cash, foot in your ass, I'm known to whoop a bitch good Get on 'bout your business if you like the fuckin' life you live Fuckin' with this pimpin' will have you limpin' or you might get killed So, peep out the game when your brain's blown out on the curb When the smoke clears, I'll be standin', you'll be just a word Out a nigga's mouth, when they reminiscin' over your ass Suckers in the future, don't fall victim to the nine blast If you think you're bigger than my trigger, then you dyin', ho Step into your grave when you sprayed to the fuckin' floor Fuck all y'all [Verse 2: Lil' Klik] 'Cause I'm that low-down nigga who approach these busters nice Act like I care and show some love, a master plot's inside To get your riches, kill your family, everybody dies I know you'll do the same, I'm livin' in a world of lies Don't trust no motherfuckers, 'cause these suckers steady 'trate I know the end is comin', so I got's to get away Away from all these suckers, 'fore the Kliksta catch a case Ain't scared of death, you step, you meet this fuckin' bullet, bang I choose the hobby robbin', slangin' bodies in the mask I feel the change, deranged, a psychopath, you bitches feel the pain I thought that there will be a friend for me up in this world So young but yet my mind makes older suckers look like twelve You hoes ain't safe, remember what I said Them bitches reported a kidnappin', but the bodies in my closet And now it starts to stank, I hit that dank and now it's time you bitches die Feel the presence of dead bodies walkin' through me when I'm high Fuck you, suckers, fuck you, busters, 'cause my trigger has no love Lil' Klik, I'm known for damage, leavin' these bitches full of slugs Fuck all y'all [Verse 3: Lil Sixx] Busters flaugin', dodgin' all my bullets, suckers runnin', Lil' Sixx gunnin' This ain't funny, 'bout my money, yes, a player comin' Blastin' bitches, takin' riches, dumpin' bodies off in ditches Whoop you bad with this thang, now you need some fuckin' stitches Takin' mine, breakin' niggas off with this bloody Glock Evil shit stay in my head, bitch, I know these slizzuts hot Catch up with your kind, tell that stupid shit to my nine Rata-tata on your ass, now your fuckin' mammy cryin' I ain't got no love, demon blood keep The Sixxta hyped Sawed-off right between your eyes, damn right, you die tonight Dwellin' with some killers, Willett niggas ain't gon' take no shit Pumpin' out these deadly rounds, indeed we 'bout our business, bitch So come into my world where hustlers dwell and hoes can't stand a chance If you wanna step, now watch a real nigga blast that ass Keep that heat beside of me, 'cause there's too much jealousy Suckers hate to see me ball *gunshots* Fuck all y'all [Outro: Tommy Wright III & Stangs] What's up, nigga? Ayy, what's up? Shit, fuck with me, Stangs Who is this? 1 Man Gang, Tommy Wright III Ohh You're surprised, ayy? What's up? Ohh, oh-oh I stand 'em out Ayy, welcome back home Yeah, back on the streets, Ten Wanted Man 'til the world ends Can you, uhh— Well, I just got a little time, can you chronically convince, uhh (Yeah, yeah), that, you know, went down? You know? What yall doin'? Some of my niggas in Ten Wanted Men got killed in another shootout These Tommy haters accusin' us as gangbangers don't know the fuck they been talkin' about On my last tape, Wanted: Dead or Alive We told the world: No Bloods, no Crips, no Vice Lords, just pimps So once again, I gotta set the record straight The 1 Man Gang, Tommy Wright, nor Ten Wanted Men, along with members of Street Smart Records don't belong in not one of these gangs So quit believe in everythin' y'all hear on these streets And before I go, Stang, I want you to do me a favor Leave these Tommy haters, mane, with somethin' to think about I'm gone (The best thing about business is mindin' your own)

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Writers: Tommy Wright III
Lil’ Klik (Memphis)
Lil Sixx
M.D.B.

Fuck All Y’all

Fuck All Y’all

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