First Verse:    My Daddy must have been frustrated, when he busted a nut  Then came me, crawlin' out my Mama's guts  I never figured I'd be born in Hell  In the projects, tryin' to make a livin' off these crack sales  My Baby Mama scream "Child Support"  I can't sleep at home, cuz a nigga sniff coke  Fuck it, I'm up early like a dope fiend  The game got me feelin' like I'm high off Terrazine  Jump in my Grand and I'm mashin'  I score my dope in Texas, down here these niggas taxin'  Twenty-two for a chicken  Sixteen for a real cut believe me, all brick-and  Now it's time to hit the block  I call Sam and Jeff, let's cut this shit into rocks  You know my game don't stop  I'm postin' bail for my nigga Telly, he got caught with a glock    Chorus (uncredited singer+Crazy):    (singer)    We're going to make it after all    (Crazy)    Niggas don't wanna see me ball  Hold up my middle finger screamin' "Fuck 'em all!"  Feel Me!    (2x)      Second Verse:    Been rappin' since an early age, I fiend for loot  I still hear, Corey Hartman, sayin' "Please don't shoot"  Niggas wonder why I plot to make a mil in this shit  Droppin' songs in the studio, bringin' a hit  Never worried about the bitches cuz they came with paper  Me and my nigga Pretty Man is plottin' up on a caper  It's all real in the 'Ville nigga, peep my pain  For six years I was snortin' heavy, addicted to cane  With no family to turn, what else could I do?  None of my niggas couldn't help me, they was loaded too  Dreams of bein' a big rap star circulated  Hooked up in robbin' shit, now I was drug-related  Ridin' in a blue bourbon sayin' "Fuck them Hoes"  White T-shirts, and Nikes, and a pair of girbauds  Never knowin' that the Feds were comin' tight tomorrow  Y'all bitches just don't wanna see us ball  Feel me now    Chorus    Third Verse:    Ninety-six brought the death of Roderick, and my nigga Pac  And I was still in the 'Ville slingin' rocks  Told the company I was a soldier, I would've gave my life  That's why a nigga stay loyal to his wife  Nigga started stealin' money, when he got buried  Through all the confusion, I went and got married  Good times didn't last long, cuz we was broke  The company gettin' ran without Roderick was a joke  So a thug fled camp, like Ed Legend did  With my nigga named Henry, went the highest bid  We finally dropped "Shed Tears", now let's wait and see  A week later we gettin' calls, from Master P  And every other major label on the block  Tryin' to get a piece of that nigga comin' like Pac  A hundred thousand records sold, now let me flaunt it  I can finally get that house my Mama wanted  Feel me    Chorus (2x)    (Singer)    Fuck 'em all  We're gonna make it  We're gonna make it  Fuck 'em all  You can suck my dick  Fuck 'em all  This for all the haters  This for all the breather haters  Fuck all ya  We're gonna make it  Oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh