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fuckem all - dj zirk & tha 2 thick family lyrics

[verse 1: don trigga]
when i reach down in my ride
take a look of what’s inside
for young k!llas on the real*a (wearing afros for the sky)(?)
with them tec*9s on the trunk
while we smoke on big boy blunts
super crunk, in a daze, on a stain we just made
(we have tied this busta to the tree, there he lays[?] on gasoline)
buck’em down to it’s knees
gettin’ fool’s his f*cking cheeze
left him in a burning blaze (that’s how my cl!ck, we gotta get paid)
in the ’96
that’s why we quit the cl!ck to take some sh*t
phony lookin’ trizziks, talkin all that anna sh*t
b.i.g. ain’t going b*tch, 12 gauge shot to your…

[verse 2: big gotti]
ready to blast, so jump up
and test thеm nizzaks if you can
mane daily remains the mission
hе so sick of these trizzaks like quick sand (no escape)
for these busta lames, suckas to the game
watch yo step (now fear)
for this playa, down to get bail
b*tch there ain’t no help
root(?) to the breaker
you lizzains off some gangsta sh*t
comin’ straight off s.m.c
f*ck off up yo ass and get dealt with
2 thick is around the corna’ (?????? ya)
drop it off and don’t make a sound b*tch
(you’ll get yo wig split)
for the ’96 so check it
before you wreck them trizziks lames(?) out off yo ass
and best to believe, when i creep i’ve had it(?) upon the mask
rollin’ with two gangstas, real n*ggas
n*ggas that’ll take yo cheeze
creepin’ on the down*lo
is the mizzuk
droppin’ these b*tches to their knees
[verse 3: primo]
b*tches
as i scope these ??? like clizzaks(?)
his body blows from hollow tips
that’ll put you in the mizzak(?)
in the ???
load them quick ????
i mean bizness t
pull’em in the smoke
stayin’ no ??? playin’ the hizza ???
but dig this
is time for you n*ggas and b*tches
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 gettin’ smoked*up
take one of them flyers(?)
(is it strapped?)
d*mn right, like jeff(?) ????
blow you b*tches 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 gangsta
not a pranksta
time to aim tha millimeter
when the 12 shots pop
from the glock
and you know that i come
straight off the ??? chambers
jumping up off the delta, 88
and i’m clean as f*ck
i rob off you b*tches
and take off you riches
i’m breaking the law
so you know what’s up
ballin’ in the chevy thang
doing about 190
these cops are gettin’ so pistol mags(?)
‘cuz they cannot fight me
i grab my gat, and load it up
and aim it at his f*cking head
releasing the safety, pullin the trigga
now the sons of b*tches is dead
trizzaks(?), lay’em on the cadillac
‘cuz they showin’ nuttin’ but fury
i k!lled the cop, and k!lled the judge
now it’s one hung jury
catch a tail little r.e.a.l
comin’ to his m*th*f*ckin’ biz like a mack*tra(?)
so run*up, or get up, punk ass what? your nuts foo'(?)
[chorus: al pacino & ?]
all i had in this world is… (f*ck’em all!)
it’s my b*lls and my word (f*ck’em all!)
??? f*ck’em all

all i had in this world is… (f*ck’em all!)
??? it’s my b*lls… (f*ck’em all!)

[verse 5: lil real]
into the scene while you b*tches slippin’
(put’em up he’s[?] representin’)
comin’ outta of the east
you don’t wanna see these g’s
‘cuz i’m all about my pimpin, stayin’
strapped that’s how it gotta be
kickin’ it with my thugs
keepin’ it 20 on the b.u.d
so what the f*ck is on my up, i’m loaded
all my n*ggas is ready though
throw the f*ck 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’ whenever i be craving, y’all
b*tches playa hatin me
‘cuz i’m thuggish to the f*ckin bone
ridin’ in the back of the ???
chiefin’ green, hit a n*gga with a gun
past me baby the swisha, lit up my n*gga
blow me anotha one
mane i’m feelin’ so high
the smoke is thicker than this b*tch
drinkin’ the crown(?)
b*tch l!ck me up(?)
hangin’ so deep
there’s no cl!ck 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
taking it slow like i’m drinkin’ ???
in the streets i
step on the ring
ding y’know what? b*tch wanna battle me
chief my blunt, hit the gas, a hollow pimpin’
partna, 3*15, let them dogs loose
jackin’ n*ggas, sn*tchin’ colors
there’s some b*tches, boy i know
i got you hot, it’s not my fault
stealin’ anotha n*ggas’ 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 f*cka
surrounded by 99 n*ggas from the hood (put’em up)
tie’em up and torture the son of a b*tch
i saw the n*gga shook
took me to the stash spot
and family found him in the mississippi

[chorus: al pacino & ?] [6x]
all i had in this world is… (f*ck’em all!)
it’s my b*lls and my word (f*ck’em all!)
??? f*ck’em all!

all i had in this world is… (f*ck’em all!)
??? it’s my b*lls… (f*ck’em all!)

- dj zirk tha 2 thick family lyrics

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