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letra de fuc 'em all - mc eiht

[intro: havoc]
ping, ping, ping, m-th-f-cka, it’s ricochet havoc
coming with the m-th-f-ckin automatic
all n-ggas and b-tches who ain’t down with eiht
i’m givin they -ss much m-th-f-ckin static
geah like my n-gga eiht say, f-ck ’em all

[eiht]
geah, doin it that thuggish way
compton, come on

i got controversy like ????? since i hit the big time
noses be sniffin’ my f-ckin -ss to see what’s mine (get ’em)
you best think twice tryin to take
what they make
punk b-tch, i’m nuthin’ nice (geah)
you need to shut your trap
this ain’t no gangsta rap (get ’em)
it’s gonna peel your cap
keep snitchin’, my fingers twitchin’
never seen a m-th-f-cka (get ’em)
keeps b-tchin, uh
we rolls through you
who got beef? t–th smacked out instomatic
automatic static
you better be makin out your funeral plans
you gets macked up by the notorious murderin man (c’mon geah)
i chalks up more points than basketball, now kurtis blow
buck that blow gots to go
n-ggas run fast when we hoo-ride
when we spittin you gets banked up the blind side
jealous fools keep on talking while you walking
cause i’mma hit you up
and say fuc em all

somebody say fuc em all…

i like when n-ggas talk much sh-t about me, gots to smile
let me know i’ve been on they mind for a while
eiht this, eiht that
who’s f-cking eiht
who’s sucking eiht, wait
wanna be in my pockets
look it little ho so bring that eye close, i’mma sock it
test my gang affiliation
and you gon’ get hit, no sh-t, sent on a long vacation
got my sh-t floatin just like pigeons, can’t fake it
d-mn sho’ can’t fake it so you wanna take it fools
ducking, don’t push me
calling up b-tches, wanna salt me up
to get the p-ssy
get it on your own
if you can’t get it, need to quit it
b-tch leave it alone
(b-tch) so don’t run game with my name
if you do it’s a d-mn shame, geah
so watch me ball as i stand tall
to yell fuc em all

somebody yell fuc em all, it don’ stop…

b-tches all up in my business
but they really can’t tell what my game is (that’s right)
wanna know who i’m in, i hope the
b-tches stop gossippin’
wishing they was oprah
8 million stories is what they having
save it
you got more drama than david (sorry–ss)
pay no attention to b-tches, f-ck that
i gots no cheese for them first cl-ss hoodrats
playing on my pager and my phone ain’t no love at all
but get your punk–ss n-gga, friends to call
uh, i gots no choice
“f-ck you b-tch” comes straight out my voice
not all ho’s is b-tches, y’know what i’m sayin’
but they set up traps to get pregnant and keep a n-gga paying
these chips ain’t for dippin
keep that grand canyon p-ssy, ain’t no whipping
so scoot that -ss on before you get the boot
geah all alone
it’s like that
in the nine to the six, uh
fuc em all

somebody yell fuc em all…

it don’t stop…
in the m-th-f-ckin house, n-gga
eihthype in the house
n-gga on the run in the house
little hawk & bird in the house
i say da foe in the house
compton in this b-tch

- mc eiht

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