You a what? Bad Boy Killaz
    (That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)
    Hahaha yeah nigga, fuck em' all
    (That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)
    Fuck all you muthafuckers
    Ay Yo Biggie Put your hands up
    
    [Verse 1: Tupac]
    
    Now I can make it happen
    My rappin' is similar to muthafuckers
    When they scrappin'
    Blast and watch em' back up
    Notorious biggie killer
    Affiliation with death row
    Niggaz get their caps pealed back
    Fool this the west coast
    Fuck a misdemeanor I'm raisin hell like felonies
    Mr. Makaveli straight outta jail to sellin' these
    Intoxicated we duplicated but never faded
    Now that we made it my adversaries is player hatin'
    Got a Mercedes for these tricks
    That thought I quit
    Then got a drop top jag for these bitches that's on my dick
    Go to a club in a pack
    I'm smokin' bud in the back
    I wait for niggaz to trip
    Cause bitch I love to scrap
    Now mama raised me as a thug nigga
    With love niggaz
    I'm a millionaire started as a drug dealer
    I went from rocks to zines
    Writing raps and movies
    I went from trustin'' these tricks now they all want to sue me
    So Fuck em' all
    
    [Chorus]
    
    (That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)
    (Young Noble) Come put your hands up in the air, it's a middle finger affair, yeah
    (That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)
    
    [Verse 2: Kadafi]
    
    Now could you picture my criminal status at its fuckin' peak
    Even the baddest be gettin murdered in they seats
    I'm addicted to these streets
    like crack is to these creeps
    Seein' visions of a prison
    wake up screamin' in my sleep
    Is there a heaven in this hell
    a possibility of livin' well
    But if they killin' me
    I get my stripes and whose to tell
    Choosing to sell
    I'd rather die and be deceased
    World mob figga addicted to these fucking streets
    
    [Verse 3: Edi]
    
    Now put your muthafucking hands up
    If you'se a rider (ride)
    Niggaz ain't killers
    So they hidin'
    Why?
    Fuck em' all, touch em' all
    That's the way that we do it
    Ride up, hop the fuck out watch that bitch nigga lose it
    Man I'm as strong as this game
    Ya'll be knowing my name (Edi)
    A young high strung thug nigga
    Created by pain
    Livin' my life in the fast lane
    Gettin' fucked by the past
    Got my mind on my cash and my next piece of ass
    So fuck em' all
    
    [Chorus]
    
    (That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)
    (young noble) Come put your hands up in the air, It's a middle finger
    affair, yeah
    (That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)
    (young noble) I do my girl all by my lonely, don't need no phony homey to
    call me
    (That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)
    (young noble) Back off I hit at everyone of you homies, so don't get
    comfortable, I'm runnin' you
    (That's right bitch, Fuck em' all)
    (young noble) Nigga, we Outlaw ridah'z don't give a fuck if ya love us we
    thuggin'
    
    [Verse 4: Tupac]
    
    I got glad bags with enemies
    Cut up so they remember me
    Soaked up in Hennessey
    So they relatives know it's me
    You can bet your last dollar
    I'll dick em' and holla
    Ridin' these hoochies
    Like they some heavy ass Chevy impalas
    Jump up and get your ass shot up
    For the profit pick my glock up
    I'm bustin' in self defense ya see
    Poppin' nobody got em'
    Holla Outlaw riders
    Mash up on the gas pedal
    Vacate the scene
    Count the cash and stash the precious metal
    Here come the coppers
    The swat team and the helicopters
    Them crackers is crazy
    Why? Cause they'll never stop us
    I watch Arnold Swarchzenegger
    bust some body in the movie
    Now I want to do it too
    Ohh, ohh niggaz is too through
    True to the game
    I claim Outlaw riders
    We give a fuck what they try
    I'm...
    
    [Verse 5: Young Noble]
    
    Cause Young Noble behind it
    Can you picture me stickin' niggaz for they watch and chain
    Kick back lil nigga
    And watch the game
    Get your mobb rocked and what-not
    We keep it poppin' like a drug spot
    The streets know what's hot
    Trust me
    
    [Verse 6: Napoleon]
    
    Even my hood call me baby Malcolm X with the tek's
    Shower some slugs on em'
    I've got a brother don't rest
    And he keep some drugs on him
    Always in grind mood
    Hustle to find food
    Ever seen faces of death
    That's what my nine do
    
    [Verse 7: Kastro]
    
    I keep my mind on my money
    And my money on my mind
    With my back against the wall
    Like I'm runnin' outta time
    Even rap with a gat
    I must be goin' out my mind
    Like I'm up against the world
    This guerilla team of mine
    Screamin'
    
    Thug Life Bitch, Fuck em' all
    (That's right bitch, Fuck em all)
    
    And die for em'
    Even if them the last nigga left I'ma ride for em'
    Feel me?
    Until they kill me, that's how I'm rollin'
    Fuck em' all
    Let them die
    That's my slogan
    Fuck em' all
    
    [Chorus]
    
    (That's right bitch, Fuck em all)
    (Young Noble) Come put your hands up in the air, It's a middle finger affair, yeah
    (That's right bitch, Fuck em all)
    (Young Noble) I do my girl up by my lonely, don't need no phony homey to call me
    (That's right bitch, Fuck em all)
    (Young Noble) Back off I hit at everyone of you homies so don't get comfortable, I'm runnin' you
    (That's right bitch, Fuck em all)
    (Young Noble) Nigga, we Outlaw ridah'z don't give a fuck if ya love us we thuggin'
    (That's right bitch, Fuck em all) [repeat 2 times to fade]