Nipsey Hussle, Y2, Cuzzy Capone, Freeway - Fucc Em lyrics

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

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

(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)

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

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

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

(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)