Lyrics to: All Out
By Artist: 2 Pac
(hellicopter propeller turning)
[kastro & napoleon]
We goin all out (aiiiite)
We goin all out (aiiiite)
We goin all out, whatch ya muthafuckin mouth niggaz
(thats right, fuck these fag niggaz)
Do it, do it, do it
[verse 1] 2pac
Come hell or high water, down to slaughter opposers
Just another lost soul, stuck, callin jahovah
Outlaw till its over, brand as my strap
Back like a cobra, I stay drunk, cause Im 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 dont fear me
So refuse bringin war to the city
With each breath, death before dishonor
Never let you swallow me, no appologies, your honor
A general in war, Im the first to bomb
With a squad of trusted killers, quick to move shit heavily armed
Im similar to saddan, sometimes I question hussein
Like feinds frantic for that last vein, stuck in the game
I hit the scene like sandstorms, then transform, watch me
I take the figga 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 papparazi, 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 yall caught up in the rapture
Still after me, Im in jamacia sippin daqueries
No doubt
We used to havin nothin, then grabbin somethin and bustin
Wanted to be the thugg-nigga, that my old man wasnt
I came to a field, catchin cases, litigation
Niggaz playa-hatin, got me crooked in all 50 states
Im screamin deathrow, throw my westside, aint no thang
We was raised off drive-bys, brought up to bang
We claim mob, m.o.b. if you be specific
We control all cash from atlantic-pacific
And get this, Im hard to kill, when I peel with this live spot
Father, how the hell did I survive, these 5 shots?
Live it up, of give it up, and my demonds
Late nite, 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 its 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
Tryna see the next day, nigga go all out
Obstacles in ya way, you better go all out
[verse 2] napoleon
Im on my land sled, walkin through the belly of the beats
Feelin like Im all out, drunk as can be
Its 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, Id die for these thuggs
Say hi to this slug, its a shame how some niggaz on the westcoast
Was ridin with pac, but when he died, they went pop
Im on the jers to the fullest, like some westcoast love
But after pac stopped rappin, it aint no westcoast 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 Im 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
Its all from my heart when I was writin this
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 its 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
Tryna see the next day, nigga go all out
Obstacles in ya way, you better go all out
[verse 3] kastro
Now, we all ride, and down to die who wit us
Speak up, or get treated like you comin to kill us
Aint nothin but sqeallers, in this rap game, swearin they rough
Tattooed up, and now them niggaz swearin they pac
Stop that, and whatch ya back, we aint forgot bout cha
These glocks hot, and when shot, itll bring the bitch up out cha
Its me, kastro with the goattee
Walkin like a og, cause all these fag muthafuckas owe me
I pray to the thug lord, like that muthafuckas holy
Frontline soulja, till the heavens call me
I go all out, and if you real, you real
Feel what Im talkin bout, cause this game is ill
I live it, forbidden fruit, shoot, till they feel it
Livin proof, pac breed niggaz, they cant deal wit
Holla back, right back, and watch ya mouth
Or get blood in it, what, we goin all out
Nigga
[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 its 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
Tryna see the next day, nigga go all out
Obstacles in ya way, you better go all out
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 its 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
Tryna see the next day, nigga go all out
Obstacles in ya way, you better go all out
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 muthafuckin records, and we aint gon say shit, now its 1999
Its a different grind, dont disrespect the don