2 PAC - ALL OUT Lyrics

f/ Outlawz(hellicopter propeller turning)[Kastro & Napoleon]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 opposersJust another lost soul, stuck, callin JehovahOutlaw 'til it's over, brand as my strapBack like a cobra, I stay drunk, cause I'm a mad manWhenever sober, on a one man missionMy ambition to hold up the rap gameWhile I pluck holes in niggaz like donutsAnd still down to die for all my souljasLike hillbillies, they don't fear meSo refuse bringin war to the cityWith each breath, death before dishonorNever let you swallow me, no apologies, your honorA general in war, I'm the first to bombWith a squad of trusted killers, quick to move shit heavily armedI'm similar to Saddam, sometimes I question HusseinLike fiends frantic for that last vein, stuck in the gameI hit the scene like sandstorms, then transform, watch meI take the figure of dirty niggaz, who all got meWhile bitches wonderin who shot meNo love, keep a grudge, shootin sluggs like Muammar QuadaffiMurder my friends, build a new posseWe takin shots at paparazzi, go and fly now, nigga like RockyYou got a lot of nerve to play meAnother gay rapper, bustin caps to Jay-Z(buck buck buck buck buck buck)And still avoid capture, while y'all caught up in the raptureStill after me, I'm in Jamacia sippin daquiris, no doubtWe used to havin nothin, then grabbin somethin and bustinWanted to be the thug-nigga, that my old man wasn'tI came to a field, catchin cases, litigationNiggaz playa-hatin, got me crooked in all 50 statesI'm screamin DEATH ROW, throw my WESTSIDE, ain't no thangWe was raised off drive-by's, brought up to bangWe claim mob, M.O.B. if you be specificWe control all cash from Atlantic-PacificAnd get this, I'm hard to kill, when I peel with this live spotFather, how the hell did I survive, these five shots?Live it up, of give it up, and my demonsLate night, hear them screamin; we goin all out![Chorus: EDI]We goin all out, bomb first till they fall outTake them the war route, without a doubtBall, which means we all ride if it's onEach nigga handle ya own, bring it on strongIf you got bills to pay, nigga go all outBustas playin with ya peeps, betta go all outTry'na see the next day, nigga go all outObstacles in ya way, you better go all out[Napoleon]I'm on my land sled, walkin through the belly of the beatsFeelin like I'm all out, drunk as can beIt's plain to see, that we mobb niggaz hidin' in bushesClaimin that they ride rough, but they soft as they cushionThey softer than bitches in the worst way, drownin in bloodOutlawz my blood brothers, I'd die for these thuggsSay hi to this slug, it's a shame how some niggaz on the west coastwas ridin with Pac, but when he died, they went popI'm on the Jers to the fullest, like some west coast loveBut after Pac stopped rappin, it ain't no west coast thugJust westcoast what? To my real niggaz stuck in the street gameCause rappers like Jay-Z be pumpin Kool-Aid through they veinsIs it true what I'm sayin? Slap your soft ass to the floorAnd watch my fo-fo put peek holes through your doorI ride or die, but these other fag niggaz be bitin thisIt's all from my heart when I was writin thisAll out[chorus][Kastro]Now, we all ride, and down to die who wit usSpeak up, or get treated like you comin to kill usAin't nothin but squealers, in this rap game, swearin they roughTattooed up, and now them niggaz swearin they PacStop that, and watch ya back, we ain't forgot bout chaThese glocks hot, and when shot, it'll bring the bitch up out chaIt's me, Kastro with the goatteeWalkin' like a OG, cause all these fag motherfuckers owe meI pray to the thug lord, like that motherfuckers holyFrontline soulja, till the heavens call meI go all out, and if you real, you realFeel what I'm talkin' bout, cause this game is illI live it, forbidden fruit, shoot, 'till they feel itLivin' proof, Pac breed niggaz, they can't deal wit'Holla back, right back, and watch ya mouthOr get blood in it, WHAT, we goin' all out Nigga[chorus] - 2Xfool, you better go all outkeep goin' all outall my niggaz goin' all outwithout a muthafuckin' doubt[EDI talking]Ey, you niggaz just gon think that you gon be uhhtalkin and slippin on all of these motherfuckin recordsand we ain't gon say shit, now it's 1999It's a different grind, don't disrespect the DonIt's still war motherfuckers