Fucc 'em Lyrics - Nipsey Hussle

[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle] 

Yeah, we know you used to put in work that's old 

Nigga and we seen your paperwork you told 

All these niggas either sniffing glass or they living off the past 

When i'm blowing money fast with my bros 

Lately I been seeing niggas sell they soul 

How you catch a case and bail out on parole? 

I've been state to state getting money on the road 

Had to reevaluate who I could to 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 as 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, that make me wanna buy the block just to reinvest 

Help my young niggas catch it before it's nothing left 

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[Hook] 

Baby me the realest ever did it yeah 

Hopefully my day ones will remember this 

Keep that shit a hundred one until the death 

Even when i'm gone they'll say I never left 

Lookin' at the roof like i'm glad I never quit 

That's my niggas women though we'd never hit 

Sticking to the script get rich and never switch 

All my role models doing sentences, yeah 

Fuck em all 

Fuck em all 

Fuck em all 

Fuck em all 

Fuck em all 

Fuck em all 

Fuck em all 

Fuck em all 

Fuck em all 

Fuck em all 

Fuck em all 

[Verse 2: Freeway] 

Fuck each and every one of them 

I fear none of them 

Frank Lucas 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 Fraizer and Muhammad sparred 

Last named Ahkbar they calling all cop cars 

When they pull you over, they might shoot you over moving 

Now that we Truman they know who we are 

They took a king from us, they X'd Malcolm out 

You kidding me? I did my own black history 

Studied Illmatic, Reasonable Doubt that's the main reason why these rappers can't get with me 

Fuck em all, I hear the whistle know it's time to ball 

Y'all niggas throwing fouls but y'all don't wanna brawl 

How you going on a mission with no vision? Fuck Stevies like a sight look at Stevie's ambition, we hood niggas that get it 

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[Hook] 

Fuck em all 

Fuck em all 

Fuck em all 

Fuck em all 

Fuck em all 

Fuck em all 

Fuck em all 

Fuck em all 

Fuck em all 

Fuck em all 

Fuck em all 

[Verse 3: Cuzzy Capone] 

Different nigga now that my pop's gone 

Low tolerance promise you'd get popped on 

Microwave the bullets sounding like popcorn 

Grind heavy the cops come or the rocks gone 

Same nigga, so what? The time's changed 

When I couldn't get money I used to find ways 

Counting thousands off the cavi in the hallway 

It wasn't long before I figured out crime pays 

We still in search of them bright days 

Dark streets, only light when police raid 

Where niggas stress out and let that shots off 

Los Scan, like a skillet it'll pop off 

I hit the ave and posted with the uncut raw 

Sacked it up and told niggas I had the cake moss 

Nothing fancy, protect myself with the eight ball 

It wasn't easy I had to hustle on Hyde Park 

[Hook] 

Baby me the realest ever did it yeah 

Hopefully my day ones will remember this 

Keep that shit a hundred one until the death 

Even when i'm gone they'll say I never left 

Lookin' at the roof like i'm glad I never quit 

That's my niggas women though we'd never hit 

Sticking to the script get rich and never switch 

All my role models doing sentences, yeah 

Fuck em all 

Fuck em all 

Fuck em all 

Fuck em all 

Fuck em all 

Fuck em all 

Fuck em all 

Fuck em all 

Fuck em all 

Fuck em all 

Fuck em all