We goin all out (aiiiite) We goin all out (aiiiite) 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
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[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