2Pac — All Out
(hellicopter propeller turning)
[Kastro & Napoleon]
We goin’ all out (aiiiite)
We goin’ all out (aiiiite)
We goin’ all out, whatch ya muthaf**kin mouth niggaz
(that’s right, f**k 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 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 appologies, 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 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 y’all caught up in the rapture
Still after me, I’m 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 wasn’t
I came to a field, catchin’ cases, litigation
Niggaz playa-hatin’, got me crooked in all 50 states
I’m screamin DEATHROW, 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 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 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
[Verse 2] 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 westcoast
Was ridin with Pac, but when he died, they went pop
I’m on the Jers to the fullest, like some westcoast love
But after Pac stopped rappin’, it ain’t 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 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] 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
[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
Ain’t 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 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 muthaf**kas owe me
I pray to the thug lord, like that muthaf**kas 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] 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
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
fool, you better go all out
keep goin’ all out
all my niggaz goin’ all out
without a muthaf**kin’ doubt
[EDI talking]
ey, you niggaz just gon think that you gon be uhh, talkin and slippin
on all of these muthaf**kin’ records, and we ain’t gon say shit, now it’s 1999
it’s a different grind, don’t disrespect the Don