TU PAC - ALL OUT Lyrics

We goin all out (all out ye}we goin all out (iite)we goin all out, watch yo moufuckin mouth niggasthats right, fuck them fag niggas pa, do it, do it, do itCome hell or high waterDown to slow our approachesjust anutha lost soul, stuck callin JahovahOutlaw till its ovaBrand as my strapBack like a cobraI stay drunk cuz i'm a mad manWheneva sober, on a one man missionmy ambition to hold up the rap gameWhile I pluck holes in niggas like donutsAnd still, down to die for all my souljaslike hillbillies, they dont fear meSo refuse, bring war to tha cityWit each breath, death before dishonaNeva let u swallow me, no apologies, ya honaA general in war, I'm the first to bombWit a squad, of trusted killas, quick to move shitHeavily armedI'm similar to Sadan, sometimes I question whos sainLike friends frantic for that last vein, stuck in the gameI hit the scene like sandstorms, then transform, watch meI take tha figga of dirty niggas, who all got meWhile bitches is wonderin who shot meno love, keep a grudge, shootin slugs like Muammar QuadaffiMurder my friends, build a new possewe takin shots at paparazzi, go and fly now, nigga like rockyyou got alot of nerve ta play meAnutha gay rappa, bussin caps at Jay Z(buck, buck, buck, buck,buck)And still avoid captureWhile yall cought, caught up in tha raptureStill afta me, I'm in Jamaica sippin DaqueriesNo doubtWe used ta have nuthin, then grabbin sumthin and bustinwanted ta be tha thug- nigga, that my old man wasntI came to a fiend, catchin cases, litigationniggaz playa hatin, got me crooked in all 50 statesI'm screamin DEATH ROW, throwin westside, aint no thangwe was raised off drive by's, brought up ta 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 wit this live spotFatha, how da hell did i survive dese 5 shotslive it up, or give it up, and like demonsLate night, hear em screaminWe goin all out!Choruswe goin all out, bomb first till they fall outTake them the war route, witout a doubtBall, which means we all ryde if its onEach nigga handle ya own, bring it on strongIf you got bills ta pay, nigga go all outbustas playin wit yo peeps, betta go all outTry'na see tha next day, nigga go all outObstacles in ya way, u betta go all outI'm on my land sled, walkin through tha belly of tha beatsFeelin, like I'm all out, drunk as can beits plain ta see, that we mobb niggas hidin in bushesClaimin that they ryde rough, but they soft as they cushionThey softer than bitches in the worst way, drownin in bloodOutlaws, my blood bruthas, I'd die fo these thugsSay hi to this slug, it's a shame how some niggas on thewestcoastWas rydin wit Pac, but when he died, they went popI'm on the Jers to the fullest, like sum westcoast loveBut afta Pac stopped rappin, it aint no westcoast thugjust westcoast wut? to my real niggas stuck in da street gameCause rappers like Jay Z, be pumpin Kool-Aid through they veinsIs it tru wut Im sayin?Slap your soft ass to da floorAnd watch my fo fo, put peek holes through ur doorI ryde or dye, but dese otha fag niggaz be bitin disIt's all from my heart when I was writin disAll outChorusNow, we all ride, and down to die who wit' usSpeak up, or get treated like you comin' to kill usAin't nothin but sqeallers, in this rap game, swearin' theyroughTattooed up, and now them niggaz swearin' they PacStop that, and whatch ya back, we ain't forgot 'bout chaThese glocks hot, and when shot, it'll bring the bitch up outchaIt's me, Kastro with the goatteeWalkin' like a OG, cause all these fag muthafuckas owe meI pray to the thug lord, like that muthafuckas 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 outNigga[chorus] EDIWe 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 outWe 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 outfool, 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 uhh, talkin andslippinon all of these muthafuckin' records, and we ain't gon say shit,now it's 1999it's a different grind, don't disrespect the Don