All out (feat outlawz)
by 2 Pac
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[hellicopter propeller turning]
[Kastro & Napoleon]
We goin all out (aiiiite) x2
We goin all out, watch ya motherfuckin mouth niggaz
(That´s right, fuck these fag niggaz)
Do it, do it, do it
[2Pac]
Come hell or high water, down to slaughter opposers
Just another lost soul, stuck, callin Jehovah
Outlaw ´til it´s over, brand as my strap
Back like a cobra, I stay drunk, cause I´m a mad man
Whenever sober, on a one man mission
My ambition to hold up the rap game
While I pluck holes in niggaz like donuts
And still down to die for all my souljas
Like hillbillies, they don´t fear me
So refuse bringin war to the city
With each breath, death before dishonor
Never let you swallow me, no apologies, your honor
A general in war, I´m the first to bomb
With a squad of trusted killers, quick to move shit heavily armed
I´m similar to Saddam, sometimes I question Hussein
Like fiends frantic for that last vein, stuck in the game
I hit the scene like sandstorms, then transform, watch me
I take the figure of dirty niggaz, who all got me
While bitches wonderin who shot me
No love, keep a grudge, shootin sluggs like Muammar Quadaffi
Murder my friends, build a new posse
We takin shots at paparazzi, go and fly now, nigga like Rocky
You got a lot of nerve to play me
Another gay rapper, bustin caps to Jay-Z
(buck buck buck buck buck buck)
And still avoid capture, while y´all caught up in the rapture
Still after me, I´m in Jamacia sippin daquiris, no doubt
We used to havin nothin, then grabbin somethin and bustin
Wanted to be the thug-nigga, that my old man wasn´t
I came to a field, catchin cases, litigation
Niggaz playa-hatin, got me crooked in all 50 states
I´m screamin DEATH ROW, throw my WESTSIDE, ain´t no thang
We was raised off drive-by´s, brought up to bang
We claim mob, M.O.B. if you be specific
We control all cash from Atlantic-Pacific
And get this, I´m hard to kill, when I peel with this live spot
Father, how the hell did I survive, these five shots?
Live it up, of give it up, and my demons
Late night, hear them screamin; we goin all out!
[Chorus: EDI]
We goin all out, bomb first till they fall out
Take them the war route, without a doubt
Ball, which means we all ride if it´s on
Each nigga handle ya own, bring it on strong
If you got bills to pay, nigga go all out
Bustas playin with ya peeps, betta go all out
Try´na see the next day, nigga go all out
Obstacles in ya way, you better go all out
[Napoleon]
I´m on my land sled, walkin through the belly of the beats
Feelin like I´m all out, drunk as can be
It´s plain to see, that we mobb niggaz hidin´ in bushes
Claimin that they ride rough, but they soft as they cushion
They softer than bitches in the worst way, drownin in blood
Outlawz my blood brothers, I´d die for these thuggs
Say hi to this slug, it´s a shame how some niggaz on the west coast
was ridin with Pac, but when he died, they went pop
I´m on the Jers to the fullest, like some west coast love
But after Pac stopped rappin, it ain´t no west coast thug
Just westcoast what? To my real niggaz stuck in the street game
Cause rappers like Jay-Z be pumpin Kool-Aid through they veins
Is it true what I´m sayin? Slap your soft ass to the floor
And watch my fo-fo put peek holes through your door
I ride or die, but these other fag niggaz be bitin this
It´s all from my heart when I was writin this
All out
[chorus]
[Kastro]
Now, we all ride, and down to die who wit us
Speak up, or get treated like you comin to kill us
Ain´t nothin but squealers, in this rap game, swearin they rough
Tattooed up, and now them niggaz swearin they Pac
Stop that, and watch ya back, we ain´t forgot bout cha
These glocks hot, and when shot, it´ll bring the bitch up out cha
It´s me, Kastro with the goattee
Walkin´ like a OG, cause all these fag motherfuckers owe me
I pray to the thug lord, like that motherfuckers holy
Frontline soulja, till the heavens call me
I go all out, and if you real, you real
Feel what I´m talkin´ bout, cause this game is ill
I live it, forbidden fruit, shoot, ´till they feel it
Livin´ proof, Pac breed niggaz, they can´t deal wit´
Holla back, right back, and watch ya mouth
Or get blood in it, WHAT, we goin´ all out
Nigga
[chorus - 2X]
fool, you better go all out
keep goin´ all out
all my niggaz goin´ all out
without a muthafuckin´ doubt
[EDI talking]
Ey, you niggaz just gon think that you gon be uhh
talkin and slippin on all of these motherfuckin records
and we ain´t gon say shit, now it´s 1999
It´s a different grind, don´t disrespect the Don
It´s still war motherfuckers
So let´s see you act like you know
[Kastro & Napoleon]
We goin all out (aiiiite) x2
We goin all out, watch ya motherfuckin mouth niggaz
(That´s right, fuck these fag niggaz)
Do it, do it, do it
[2Pac]
Come hell or high water, down to slaughter opposers
Just another lost soul, stuck, callin Jehovah
Outlaw ´til it´s over, brand as my strap
Back like a cobra, I stay drunk, cause I´m a mad man
Whenever sober, on a one man mission
My ambition to hold up the rap game
While I pluck holes in niggaz like donuts
And still down to die for all my souljas
Like hillbillies, they don´t fear me
So refuse bringin war to the city
With each breath, death before dishonor
Never let you swallow me, no apologies, your honor
A general in war, I´m the first to bomb
With a squad of trusted killers, quick to move shit heavily armed
I´m similar to Saddam, sometimes I question Hussein
Like fiends frantic for that last vein, stuck in the game
I hit the scene like sandstorms, then transform, watch me
I take the figure of dirty niggaz, who all got me
While bitches wonderin who shot me
No love, keep a grudge, shootin sluggs like Muammar Quadaffi
Murder my friends, build a new posse
We takin shots at paparazzi, go and fly now, nigga like Rocky
You got a lot of nerve to play me
Another gay rapper, bustin caps to Jay-Z
(buck buck buck buck buck buck)
And still avoid capture, while y´all caught up in the rapture
Still after me, I´m in Jamacia sippin daquiris, no doubt
We used to havin nothin, then grabbin somethin and bustin
Wanted to be the thug-nigga, that my old man wasn´t
I came to a field, catchin cases, litigation
Niggaz playa-hatin, got me crooked in all 50 states
I´m screamin DEATH ROW, throw my WESTSIDE, ain´t no thang
We was raised off drive-by´s, brought up to bang
We claim mob, M.O.B. if you be specific
We control all cash from Atlantic-Pacific
And get this, I´m hard to kill, when I peel with this live spot
Father, how the hell did I survive, these five shots?
Live it up, of give it up, and my demons
Late night, hear them screamin; we goin all out!
[Chorus: EDI]
We goin all out, bomb first till they fall out
Take them the war route, without a doubt
Ball, which means we all ride if it´s on
Each nigga handle ya own, bring it on strong
If you got bills to pay, nigga go all out
Bustas playin with ya peeps, betta go all out
Try´na see the next day, nigga go all out
Obstacles in ya way, you better go all out
[Napoleon]
I´m on my land sled, walkin through the belly of the beats
Feelin like I´m all out, drunk as can be
It´s plain to see, that we mobb niggaz hidin´ in bushes
Claimin that they ride rough, but they soft as they cushion
They softer than bitches in the worst way, drownin in blood
Outlawz my blood brothers, I´d die for these thuggs
Say hi to this slug, it´s a shame how some niggaz on the west coast
was ridin with Pac, but when he died, they went pop
I´m on the Jers to the fullest, like some west coast love
But after Pac stopped rappin, it ain´t no west coast thug
Just westcoast what? To my real niggaz stuck in the street game
Cause rappers like Jay-Z be pumpin Kool-Aid through they veins
Is it true what I´m sayin? Slap your soft ass to the floor
And watch my fo-fo put peek holes through your door
I ride or die, but these other fag niggaz be bitin this
It´s all from my heart when I was writin this
All out
[chorus]
[Kastro]
Now, we all ride, and down to die who wit us
Speak up, or get treated like you comin to kill us
Ain´t nothin but squealers, in this rap game, swearin they rough
Tattooed up, and now them niggaz swearin they Pac
Stop that, and watch ya back, we ain´t forgot bout cha
These glocks hot, and when shot, it´ll bring the bitch up out cha
It´s me, Kastro with the goattee
Walkin´ like a OG, cause all these fag motherfuckers owe me
I pray to the thug lord, like that motherfuckers holy
Frontline soulja, till the heavens call me
I go all out, and if you real, you real
Feel what I´m talkin´ bout, cause this game is ill
I live it, forbidden fruit, shoot, ´till they feel it
Livin´ proof, Pac breed niggaz, they can´t deal wit´
Holla back, right back, and watch ya mouth
Or get blood in it, WHAT, we goin´ all out
Nigga
[chorus - 2X]
fool, you better go all out
keep goin´ all out
all my niggaz goin´ all out
without a muthafuckin´ doubt
[EDI talking]
Ey, you niggaz just gon think that you gon be uhh
talkin and slippin on all of these motherfuckin records
and we ain´t gon say shit, now it´s 1999
It´s a different grind, don´t disrespect the Don
It´s still war motherfuckers
So let´s see you act like you know
