All Out

[Intro: Kastro & (Napoleon)] We goin' all out, we goin' all out We goin' all out Watch your motherfuckin' mouth, niggas! (That's right, fuck these fag niggas!) Do it, do it, do it! [Verse 1: 2Pac] Come hell or high water, down to slaughter opposers Just another lost soul, stuck, callin' Jehovah Outlaw 'til it's over, brandish my strap, back like a cobra I stay drunk ‘cause I'm a mad man whenever sober On a one-man mission, my ambition's to hold up The rap game, while I pluck holes in niggas like donuts And still down to die for all my soldiers like hillbillies They don't fear me, so we feud, 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 shit, heavily armed I'm similar to Saddam, sometimes I question who's sane 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 thirty niggas who all got me While bitches wonderin' who shot me No love, keep a grudge, shootin' slugs like Muammar Gaddafi 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 at Jay-Z and still avoid capture (Buck buck buck buck) While y'all caught up in the rapture, still after me I'm in Jamaica 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 can't tour, fear of catchin' cases, litigation Niggas player-hatin', got me crooked in all fifty states I'm screamin' "Death Row!", throw my Westside, ain't no thing 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 or give it up and like demons Late night, hear them screamin', "We goin' all out!" [Chorus: E.D.I.] We goin' all out, bomb first 'til they fall out Take them the war route, without a doubt Ball, which means we all ride if it's on Each nigga handle your own, bring it on strong If you got bills to pay, nigga, go all out Bustas playin' with your papes better go all out Tryna see the next day, nigga, go all out Obstacles in your way, you better go all out [Verse 2: Napoleon] I'm on my last leg, walkin' through the belly of the beast Feelin' like I'm all out, drunk as can be It's plain to see, but when mob niggas hidin' in bushes Claimin' that they ride rough, but softer than cushion They softer than bitches in the worst way, drownin' in blood Outlawz, my blood brothers, I die for these thugs Say hi to these slug It's a shame how some niggas on the West Coast Was ridin' with Pac, but when he died they went pop I'm out in Jers, to the fullest, like some West Coast love But after Pac stopped rappin', it ain't no West Coast thug Just West Coast, slut, to my real niggas 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 niggas be bitin' this It's all from my heart when I was writin' this; all out! [Chorus: E.D.I.] We goin' all out, bomb first 'til they fall out Take them the war route, without a doubt Ball, which means we all ride if it's on Each nigga handle your own, bring it on strong If you got bills to pay, nigga, go all out Bustas playin' with your papes better go all out Tryna see the next day, nigga, go all out Obstacles in your way, you better go all out [Verse 3: Kastro] Now, we all ride, and down to die — who with us? Speak up or get treated like you comin' to kill us They ain’t nothin' but squealers In this rap game, swearin' they rough Tattooed up, and now them niggas swearin' they Pac Stop that, and watch your back, we ain't forgot 'bout ya These Glocks hot, and when shot it'll bring the bitch up out ya It's me, Kastro with the goattee, walkin' like a OG ‘Cause all these fag motherfuckers owe me I pray to thug lords like them motherfuckers holy Frontline soldier 'til 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 'til they feel it Livin' proof, Pac breed niggas they can't deal with Holla back, right back, and watch your mouth Or get blood in it, what! We goin' all out, nigga! [Chorus: E.D.I.] We goin' all out, bomb first 'til they fall out Take them the war route, without a doubt Ball, which means we all ride if it's on Each nigga handle your own, bring it on strong If you got bills to pay, nigga, go all out Bustas playin' with your papes better go all out Tryna see the next day, nigga, go all out Obstacles in your way, you better go all out [Outro: E.D.I.] Fool, you better go all out Keep goin' all out All my niggas goin' all out Without a muthafuckin' doubt Ayy, you niggas just gon' think you gon' be uhh Talkin' slick on all of these motherfuckin' 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, motherfuckers So let's see you act like you know