All Out War (F ‘em All) by. Bones Major

Intro

(Gun shots) Bam bam bam!

(Car tires squeaking) Skrrt, skrrt!

Spoken - Angry Man

Yo, fuck all these fake ass haters out here

They don't wanna see us shine in Boston, nah

Keep your bullshit, fuck your talk, fuck your clique

It's us against the fuckin' world

Everybody trying to play tough till shit gets real, you feel me?

We ride dirty, we talk dirty, and we get ours by any means

So if you fucking doubt me, if you ever cross my crew

You know what it is—fuck you, fuck your block, fuck 'em all!

Chorus

They don't want us winning, fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all

On my squad, standing tall, fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all

Hands up, middle finger, fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all

You can talk your shit, but fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all

Chant

Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all

Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all

Verse 2

City grind, winter cold but my block blazing

Stepping on these lanes, big shoes, never phasing

Wicked on the corners, heard the shells when they raining

Whole world spinning, we the only ones remaining

Dirty mouth, never clean, got my mind in the gutter

All this struggle and the noise, only makes me tougher

Step to me wrong, leave you flat in the puddle

Boston on my chest, I was raised in the struggle

Pre-Chorus

Back against the wall, I'm ready to brawl

Fuck the system, fuck the talk, we gon' ball

Chorus

They don't want us winning, fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all

On my squad, standing tall, fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all

Hands up, middle finger, fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all

You can talk your shit, but fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all

Chant

Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all

Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all

Verse 3

Out the mud, no handouts, fuck your fake love

Rolling through the struggle, middle finger in a black glove

Grimy on the pavement, real ones in my section

All my haters talk, but they ducking when I'm pressing

Shots ring at dawn, city never sleeps

I'm a wolf, you a sheep, watch your ass when you creep

Cold-hearted, lungs black, from the wind and the pack

Boston on my back, ain't no folding, that's a fact

Pre-Chorus

Ain't nothing handed, we take what we earn

Fuck these clowns, let 'em all crash and burn

Chorus

They don't want us winning, fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all

On my squad, standing tall, fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all

Hands up, middle finger, fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all

You can talk your shit, but fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all

Chant

Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all

Fuck 'em all, fuck 'em all