All Out Lyrics
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[hellicopter propeller turning]<br /><br />[Kastro & Napoleon]<br />We goin all out (aiiiite)<br />We goin all out (aiiiite)<br />We goin all out, watch ya motherfuckin mouth niggaz<br />(That's right, fuck these fag niggaz)<br />Do it, do it, do it<br /><br /><em>[2Pac]<br />Come hell or high water, down to slaughter opposers<br />Just another lost soul, stuck, callin Jehovah<br />Outlaw 'til it's over, brand as my strap<br />Back like a cobra, I stay drunk, cause I'm a mad man<br />Whenever sober, on a one man mission<br />My ambition to hold up the rap game<br />While I pluck holes in niggaz like donuts<br />And still down to die for all my souljas<br />Like hillbillies, they don't fear me<br />So refuse bringin war to the city<br />With each breath, death before dishonor<br />Never let you swallow me, no apologies, your honor<br />A general in war, I'm the first to bomb<br />With a squad of trusted killers, quick to move shit heavily armed<br />I'm similar to Saddam, sometimes I question Hussein<br />Like fiends frantic for that last vein, stuck in the game<br />I hit the scene like sandstorms, then transform, watch me<br />I take the figure of dirty niggaz, who all got me<br />While bitches wonderin who shot me<br />No love, keep a grudge, shootin sluggs like Muammar Quadaffi<br />Murder my friends, build a new posse<br />We takin shots at paparazzi, go and fly now, nigga like Rocky<br />You got a lot of nerve to play me<br />Another gay rapper, bustin caps to Jay-Z<br />(buck buck buck buck buck buck)<br />And still avoid capture, while y'all caught up in the rapture<br />Still after me, I'm in Jamacia sippin daquiris, no doubt<br />We used to havin nothin, then grabbin somethin and bustin<br />Wanted to be the thug-nigga, that my old man wasn't<br />I came to a field, catchin cases, litigation<br />Niggaz playa-hatin, got me crooked in all 50 states<br />I'm screamin DEATH ROW, throw my WESTSIDE, ain't no thang<br />We was raised off drive-by's, brought up to bang<br />We claim mob, M.O.B. if you be specific<br />We control all cash from Atlantic-Pacific<br />And get this, I'm hard to kill, when I peel with this live spot<br />Father, how the hell did I survive, these five shots?<br />Live it up, of give it up, and my demons<br />Late night, hear them screamin; we goin all out!<br /><br /><em>[Chorus: EDI]<br />We goin all out, bomb first till they fall out<br />Take them the war route, without a doubt<br />Ball, which means we all ride if it's on<br />Each nigga handle ya own, bring it on strong<br />If you got bills to pay, nigga go all out<br />Bustas playin with ya peeps, betta go all out<br />Try'na see the next day, nigga go all out<br />Obstacles in ya way, you better go all out<br /><br /><em>[Napoleon]<br />I'm on my land sled, walkin through the belly of the beats<br />Feelin like I'm all out, drunk as can be<br />It's plain to see, that we mobb niggaz hidin' in bushes<br />Claimin that they ride rough, but they soft as they cushion<br />They softer than bitches in the worst way, drownin in blood<br />Outlawz my blood brothers, I'd die for these thuggs<br />Say hi to this slug, it's a shame how some niggaz on the west coast<br />was ridin with Pac, but when he died, they went pop<br />I'm on the Jers to the fullest, like some west coast love<br />But after Pac stopped rappin, it ain't no west coast thug<br />Just westcoast what? To my real niggaz stuck in the street game<br />Cause rappers like Jay-Z be pumpin Kool-Aid through they veins<br />Is it true what I'm sayin? Slap your soft ass to the floor<br />And watch my fo-fo put peek holes through your door<br />I ride or die, but these other fag niggaz be bitin this<br />It's all from my heart when I was writin this<br />All out<br /><br /><em>[chorus]<br /><br /><em>[Kastro]<br />Now, we all ride, and down to die who wit us<br />Speak up, or get treated like you comin to kill us<br />Ain't nothin but squealers, in this rap game, swearin they rough<br />Tattooed up, and now them niggaz swearin they Pac<br />Stop that, and watch ya back, we ain't forgot bout cha<br />These glocks hot, and when shot, it'll bring the bitch up out cha<br />It's me, Kastro with the goattee<br />Walkin' like a OG, cause all these fag motherfuckers owe me<br />I pray to the thug lord, like that motherfuckers holy<br />Frontline soulja, till the heavens call me<br />I go all out, and if you real, you real<br />Feel what I'm talkin' bout, cause this game is ill<br />I live it, forbidden fruit, shoot, 'till they feel it<br />Livin' proof, Pac breed niggaz, they can't deal wit'<br />Holla back, right back, and watch ya mouth<br />Or get blood in it, WHAT, we goin' all out <br />Nigga<br /><br /><em>[chorus - 2X]<br /><br />fool, you better go all out<br />keep goin' all out<br />all my niggaz goin' all out<br />without a muthafuckin' doubt<br /><br /><em>[EDI talking]<br />Ey, you niggaz just gon think that you gon be uhh<br />talkin and slippin on all of these motherfuckin records<br />and we ain't gon say shit, now it's 1999<br />It's a different grind, don't disrespect the Don<br />It's still war motherfuckers<br />So let's see you act like you know <br />