Artist: Joe Budden Album: All Love Lost Song: Fuck Em All * Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com * deluxe edition bonus track [Intro: Joe Budden] Fuck 'em alllll, fuck 'em alllll... Fuck 'em allllll Every other city we gooooo Fuck 'em allllll... Fuck 'em allll, fuck 'em alllll Fuck these fuck niggaz talkin 'bout? They go [Joe Budden] Fuck niggaz mad at me fo'? I ain't done shit to y'all Just doin me like y'all should, maybe that step got skipped to y'all Maybe this lifestyle ain't fit for y'all, what this is for? Work so hard so your kids could ball When you go to the bank make a big withdrawal, it ain't shit to y'all Now minions' opinions are venomous, they know I'm infamous, nigga I've been in the hood Swimmin in cinnamon women, my livin conditions of Benjamins spendin are good Sweet success I'm remindin them of, always while they online in the club While I'm inside with some white girls prolly gettin drunk, doin lines in the club What we talkin 'bout? Made off like Madoff, that shit they say be way off No days off, you laid off; my car, my house, both paid off She already know what it is, hop in my car, my house, I break her off Her blouse, her drawers, she take 'em off; my couch, get it hard then make it soft Got hawks for all that talkin, when we walkin just stay clear of that See you when we see you, we won't see you, you ain't where we at You gotta wear it, my back turned but I hear it Fully-autos I bear it, so if it ain't God I don't fear it [Chorus: Joe Budden] (Fuck they gon' say now?) Every other city we gooooo It's all the same, it ain't nothin new (Fuck they gon' say now?) These niggaz run their mouth like these hoes It's how it goes (what we talkin 'bout?) Fuck 'em alllll, fuck 'em alllll, fuck 'em alllll (Fuck these fuck niggaz talkin 'bout? It go) Fuck 'em alllll, fuck 'em alllll, fuck 'em alllll (Fuck these fuck niggaz talkin 'bout?) [Joe Budden] Now the streets steady watchin, all these bitches is fiendin Guess they love my demeanor, they love the way I be leanin I used to pop a few Xanies, blend it with promethazine and I started out by my lonely and then I brought my whole team in Now every show is sold out, fans just waitin and screamin We made it come to fruition when we was broke and just dreamin These hoes under-dressed to impress in every section I be in I understand why they hate me, I gave 'em plenty of reasons What we talkin 'bout? Are we talkin 'bout you? Are we talkin 'bout him? Can't be talkin 'bout me, 'less we talkin 'bout them They talkin 'bout us, like we neck and neck and I never knew You check-to-check, she on check for you, she throw it back and I catch it too Y'all gossipin juniors, keep my name and them rumors We don't let 'em consume us, we go straight to consumers So if you mad gotta wear it, my back turned but I hear it Fully-autos I bear it, so if it ain't God I don't fear it [Chorus]