2 Pac - All Out Lyrics
(hellicopter propeller turning)[kastro & napoleon]We goin all out (aiiiite)We goin all out (aiiiite)We goin all out, whatch ya mutha*****in mouth niggaz(thats right, ***** these fag niggaz)Do it, do it, do it[verse 1] 2pacCome hell or high water, down to slaughter opposersJust another lost soul, stuck, callin jahovahOutlaw till its over, brand as my strapBack like a cobra, I stay drunk, cause Im 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 dont fear meSo refuse bringin war to the cityWith each breath, death before dishonorNever let you swallow me, no appologies, your honorA general in war, Im the first to bombWith a squad of trusted killers, quick to move shit heavily armedIm similar to saddan, sometimes I question husseinLike feinds frantic for that last vein, stuck in the gameI hit the scene like sandstorms, then transform, watch meI take the figga of dirty niggaz, who all got meWhile *****es wonderin who shot meNo love, keep a grudge, shootin sluggs like muammar quadaffiMurder my friends, build a new posseWe takin shots at papparazi, 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 yall caught up in the raptureStill after me, Im in jamacia sippin daqueriesNo doubtWe used to havin nothin, then grabbin somethin and bustinWanted to be the thugg-nigga, that my old man wasntI came to a field, catchin cases, litigationNiggaz playa-hatin, got me crooked in all 50 statesIm screamin deathrow, throw my westside, aint no thangWe was raised off drive-bys, brought up to bangWe claim mob, m.o.b. if you be specificWe control all cash from atlantic-pacificAnd get this, Im hard to kill, when I peel with this live spotFather, how the hell did I survive, these 5 shots?Live it up, of give it up, and my demondsLate nite, hear them screaminWe goin all out ![chorus] ediWe goin all out, bomb first till they fall outTake them the war route, without a doubtBall, which means we all ride if its 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 outTryna see the next day, nigga go all outObstacles in ya way, you better go all out[verse 2] napoleonIm on my land sled, walkin through the belly of the beatsFeelin like Im all out, drunk as can beIts plain to see, that we mobb niggaz hidin in bushesClaimin that they ride rough, but they soft as they cushionThey softer than *****es in the worst way, drownin in bloodOutlawz my blood brothers, Id die for these thuggsSay hi to this slug, its a shame how some niggaz on the westcoastWas ridin with pac, but when he died, they went popIm on the jers to the fullest, like some westcoast loveBut after pac stopped rappin, it aint no westcoast 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 Im 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 thisIts all from my heart when I was writin thisAll out[chorus] ediWe goin all out, bomb first till they fall outTake them the war route, without a doubtBall, which means we all ride if its 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 outTryna see the next day, nigga go all outObstacles in ya way, you better go all out[verse 3] kastroNow, we all ride, and down to die who wit usSpeak up, or get treated like you comin to kill usAint nothin but sqeallers, in this rap game, swearin they roughTattooed up, and now them niggaz swearin they pacStop that, and whatch ya back, we aint forgot bout chaThese glocks hot, and when shot, itll bring the ***** up out chaIts me, kastro with the goatteeWalkin like a og, cause all these fag mutha*****as owe meI pray to the thug lord, like that mutha*****as holyFrontline soulja, till the heavens call meI go all out, and if you real, you realFeel what Im talkin bout, cause this game is illI live it, forbidden fruit, shoot, till they feel itLivin proof, pac breed niggaz, they cant deal witHolla 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 its 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 outTryna 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 its 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 outTryna 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 mutha*****in doubt[edi talking]Ey, you niggaz just gon think that you gon be uhh, talkin and slippinOn all of these mutha*****in records, and we aint gon say shit, now its 1999Its a different grind, dont disrespect the don
