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[00:09.11]We going all out, aight, we going all out, aight, we going all out.
[00:17.07]Watch your mother fucking mouths niggas.
[00:18.34]That's right.
[00:27.26]Fuck these fed Niggas Pac.
[00:29.16]Do it, Do it, Do it.
[00:29.71](Tupac)
[00:30.39]Come hell or high water.
[00:31.03]Down to slaughter opposes.
[00:31.72]Just another lost soul stuck callin Jehova.
[00:33.67]Outlaw til' it's over.
[00:35.12]Brandish my strap, back like a cobra.
[00:37.13]I stay drunk cause I'ma mad man.
[00:38.84]We're never sober.
[00:40.13]On a one man mission.
[00:41.39]My ambitions to hold up the rap game.
[00:43.39]While I plug holes in niggas like doughnuts.
[00:44.79]And still.
[00:46.06]Down to die for all my souljahs, like hillbillies.
[00:47.56]They don't feel me.
[00:49.03]So we fued.
[00:49.84]Bringin' war to the city.
[00:50.94]With each breath.
[00:52.02]Death before dishonor.
[00:52.97]Never let you swallow me.
[00:54.58]No apologies, your honor.
[00:56.50]A general in war I'm the first to bomb
[00:58.64]With a squad of trusted killers quick to move shit, heavily armed
[01:01.80]I'm similar to Saddam
[01:03.27]Sometimes I question Hussein
[01:05.06]Like fiends fighting for that last vein, stuck in the game
[01:07.47]I hit the scene like sand storms
[01:09.58]Then transform
[01:10.43]Watch me, I take a figga of thirty niggaz, who all got me
[01:13.50]While bitches wondering, who shot me, no love
[01:16.03]Keep a grudge, shooting slugs like Muammar Qadaafi
[01:18.70]Murdered my friend built a new posse
[01:20.52]We takin shots at paparazzi
[01:22.23]Gon fly now
[01:23.34]Nigga like Rocky
[01:24.14]You got a lot of nerve to play me
[01:26.01]Another gay rapper
[01:27.36]Bustin' caps at Jay-Z
[01:28.68](Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck)
[01:29.66]And still avoid capture
[01:30.29]While you all caught up in the rapture
[01:31.57]Still after me I'm in Jamaica sippin' daiquiris
[01:34.05]No doubt
[01:35.08]We used to havin' nothing
[01:36.64]Then grabbin something and bustin
[01:37.82]Wanted to be the thug nigga
[01:39.42]That my old man wasn't
[01:40.78]I came to a fear catchin' cases, litigation
[01:42.67]Niggaz playa hatin'
[01:44.84]Got me crooked in all 50 states
[01:46.06]I'm screaming Death Row
[01:47.35]Throwing Westside
[01:48.24]Ain't no thang
[01:49.10]We was raised off drive-by's
[01:50.56]Brought up to bang
[01:51.61]We claim mob
[01:52.57]M-O-B., if you be specific
[01:54.33]We control all cash from Atlantic-Pacific
[01:56.98]And get this
[01:57.91]I'm hard to kill
[01:58.64]When I bill with this live spot
[02:00.22]Father
[02:01.01]How the hell did I survive, these 5 shots?
[02:02.96]Live it up or give it up and like demons
[02:05.56]Late night, hear em screaming
[02:07.35]We going All Out
[02:08.61]We going All Out
[02:09.87]Bomb first till they fall out
[02:11.32]Take them the war route
[02:12.79]With out a doubt
[02:13.84]War, which means, we all ride if it's on
[02:16.42]Each nigga handle ya own, bring it on strong
[02:19.37]If you got bills to pay
[02:21.09]Nigga go all out
[02:23.10]Busta's playing with your papes
[02:23.81]Better go all out
[02:25.02]Trying to see the next day
[02:26.32]Nigga go all out
[02:27.80]Obstacles in your way
[02:29.29]Better go all out
[02:30.46](Napoleon)
[02:30.96]I'm on my land sled
[02:31.64]Walking through the belly of the beast
[02:33.21]Feeling like I'm all out, drunk as can be
[02:35.57]It's plain to see, who are mob niggas hiding in bushes
[02:38.41]Claiming that they ride but they softer than cushion
[02:40.92]They softer than bitches in worst way drowning in blood
[02:43.74]Outlawz my blood brothers I'd die for these thugs
[02:46.64]Say hi to these slugs
[02:48.11]It's a shame how some niggas on the west coast
[02:49.95]Who was riding with Pac
[02:51.18]But when he died they went pop
[02:52.43]I mob the Jers' to the fullest lots of west coast love
[02:55.06]But after Pac stopped rapping ain't no west coast thugs
[02:56.85]Just west coast what?
[02:58.89]To my real niggaz stuck in these street game
[03:01.02]These rappers like Jay-Z
[03:02.36]Who be pumping Kool-Aid through their veins
[03:03.57]It's true what I'm saying
[03:05.05]Slap your soft ass to the floor
[03:05.96]And watch my 4-4 put three holes in your dome
[03:08.80]I Ride or Die
[03:09.87]While these other fag niggas be biting this
[03:11.63]It's all from my heart when I was writing this
[03:13.10]Now it's All Out
[03:14.47](Kastro)
[03:36.75]We all ride
[03:37.32]And down to die
[03:38.30]Who with us?
[03:39.25]Speak up
[03:40.91]Or get treated like you coming to kill us
[03:41.97]They nothing but squealers
[03:43.11]In this rap game swearing they rough
[03:44.96]Tattoo'd up
[03:46.08]And now them nigga swearing they Pac
[03:47.39]Stop that and watch your back
[03:49.27]We ain't forgot about cha
[03:50.30]These glocks hot
[03:51.33]And when shot would bring the bitch up out cha
[03:53.41]It's me, Kastro
[03:54.51]With the goatee
[03:55.38]Walking like an OG
[03:56.70]Cause all these fag mother fuckas owe me
[03:58.95]I pray to thug lords, like the mother fuckers holy
[04:01.45]Frontline soldier, till the heavens, hold me
[04:04.15]I go all out
[04:05.55]And if you real you real
[04:06.88]Feel what I'm talking 'bout cause this game is real
[04:08.42]I live it
[04:09.92]Forbidden fruit and shoot till they feel it
[04:12.63]Living proof Pac breed niggaz they can't deal with
[04:15.18]Holler back, right back, and watch your mouth
[04:17.83]Or get blood in it
[04:19.20]What, we going all out nigga
[04:20.92](Chorus) 2X
[05:06.64]Fool, you better go all out
[05:09.38]Keep going all out
[05:12.87]All my niggaz going all out
[05:17.05]Without a mother fucking doubt
[05:17.99]Ey, you niggaz just gone think you gon be a, talking slick on all these mother fucking records
[05:22.63]And we ain't gonna say shit, now it's 99, this is a different grind, (Don't disrespect the Don)
[05:27.38]It's still war mother fuckers
[05:28.76]So lets see you act like you know
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