All Out lyrics

Artist  : 2pac 
Song : All Out



 Send "All Out" Ringtone to your Cell 

 "All Out"
(feat. Outlawz)

[hellicopter propeller turning]

[Kastro & Napoleon]
We goin all out (aiiiite)
We goin all out (aiiiite)
We goin all out, watch ya motherf**kin mouth
niggaz
(That's right, f**k 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
sh*t 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 bit*hes 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 bit*hes 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 as* 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
bit*h up out cha
It's me, Kastro with the goattee
Walkin' like a OG, cause all these fag
motherf**kers owe me
I pray to the thug lord, like that motherf**kers
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 muthaf**kin' doubt

[EDI talking]
Ey, you niggaz just gon think that you gon be uhh
talkin and slippin on all of these motherf**kin
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 motherf**kers
So let's see you act like you know