Fuckem All

[Verse 1: Don Trigga]
When I reach down in my ride, take a look of what's inside
For young killers on the realer (Wearin' afros for disguise)
With them TEC-9s in the trunk, while we smoke on big boy blunts
Super crunk, in a daze, of this stain we just made
We have tied this buster to the tree, that's his ass in gasoline
Buck 'em down to his knees, givin' 'em for with fuckin' cheese
Left him in a burnin' place (That's how I click, we gotta get paid)
In the '9-6, that's why we quick to click to take some shit
Phony lookin' trizziks, talkin' all that ana shit
B.I.G. ain't goin' bitch, twelve-gauge shotgun to your

[Verse 2: Big Gotti]
Ready to blast, so jump up
And test them nizzaks if you can
My deadly remains, the mission
He so sick of these trizzaks like quick sand (No escape)
For these buster lames, suckers to the game
Watch your step (Now fear)
For this player, down to get bail, bitch it ain't no help
Root [?] breakin' you lizzains of some gangster shit
Comin' straight from the S.M.C
Fuck off in your ass and get dealt with
2 Thick is around the corner (We gonna bone her)
Drop it off and don't you make a sound bitch (You'll get yo wig split)
For the '9-6 so check it
Before you wreck them trizzicks lames, 'cause triggers on your ass
And best to believe, when I creep I'm hidin' up under the mask
Rollin' with two gangsters, real niggas
Niggas that'll take your cheesee
Creepin' on the down-low, It's the mizzuk
Droppin' these busters to their knees

[Verse 3: Primo]
Them bizzacks
As I scope these junkies like the clizzaks
His body blows from hollow tips
That'll put you in the mizzak(?)
In the ???
Load them quick ????
So slick, I mean business, G
Pull up indo smoke, stayin' above
Players, they dissin' me
But dig this, it's time for you niggas and bitches
To stop pressing in this pimpin', don't slip
(if you do)
You thru, (??? slam)
Kno' what I mean?
Quickly approach these ????
Let's see who's gon' get smoked, ho
Take one of them flyers (Is he strapped?)
Damn right, like Jeff(?) ????
Blow you bitches out of the map
Crizzonk up some blunts
And fizz up fire when I ride
Test me, S.M.C. the Tini
2 Thick Glock you in a blast

[Verse 4: Gangsta D]
Listen gangster, not a prankster
Time to aim the millimeter
When the twelve shots pop from the Glock
And you know that I'm comin' straight from the dead chambers
Jumpin' up off the Delta 88, and I'm clean as fuck
I'm robbin' you bitches, and takin' your riches
Then breakin' the law, you know what's up
Ballin' in the chevy-thang, doin' about 190
These cops are gettin' so pistol mags, 'cause they cannot find me
I grab my yalk, and load it up, and aimed it at his fuckin' head
Releasin' the safety, pullin' the trigger, now the sons of bitches is dead
Trizzaks,, lay'em on the Cadillac, 'cause they showin' nothin' but fury
I killed the cop, and killed the judge and now it's one hung Jury
Catch a tail little R.E.A.L, comin' to his motherfuckin' biz like a mack-truck
So run up, or get up, punk guess what? Your nuts fucked

[Chorus: Al Pacino & ?]
All I had in this world is... (fuck'em all!)
It's my balls and my word (fuck'em all!)
??? fuck'em all

All I had in this world is... (fuck'em all!)
??? It's my balls... (fuck'em all!)

[Verse 5: Lil Real]
Into the scene while you bitches slippin'
(put'em up he's[?] representin')
Comin' up outta the east
You don't wanna see these G's
'cuz I'm all about my pimpin, stayin'
Strapped that's how I gotta be
Kickin' it with my thugs
Keepin' it 20 on the B.U.D
So what the fuck is on my up, I'm loaded
All my niggas is ready though
Throw the fuck up(?) them gauges
So I now I can shake it
When it's time to blast on this hoe
Gankin' and stangin' is all on my head
I'm robbin' whatever I be craving, y'all
Bitches player hate me
'cuz I'm thuggish to the fuckin bone
Ridin' in the back of the ???
Chiefin' green, hit a nigga with a gun
Pass me baby the swisha, lit up my nigga
Blow me another one
Mane I'm feelin' so high
The smoke is thicker than this bitch
Drinkin' the crown, bitch lick me up
Hangin' so deep
There's no click in this tricks

[Verse 6: Mr. Tinimaine]
Ha ha ha
Now knock, who is it?
It's the Mr. Tinimaine
Lurkin' creepin' to the scene
2-15s, go thump on crunk and bump
Break down some swish-sh-sh(?) weed
Take it real slow like I'm draggin' my feet in the streets
As I step in the ring, ding, you know what bitch, wanna battle me?
Chief my blunt, hit the gas, a hollow pimpin'
Partna, 3-15, let them dogs loose
Jackin' niggas, snatchin' colors
There's some bitches, boy I know
I got you hot, it's not my fault
Stealin' another niggas' style
You just got what was comin' to you champ
Catchin' them from the blind side
In the skies woke up(?) the leprechan
Puttin' pistol grip pump up to you nose
You scared, guess what? You fucked up
Surrounded by 99 niggas from the hood (put'em up)
Tie 'em up and torture the son of a bitch
I saw the nigga shook
Took me to a stash spot
And family found him in the Mississippi

[Chorus: Al Pacino & ?] [6X]
All I had in this world is... (fuck'em all!)
It's my balls and my word (fuck'em all!)
??? fuck'em all!

All I had in this world is... (fuck'em all!)
??? It's my balls... (fuck'em all!)