All Out

(helicopter propeller turning) [Kastro & Napoleon] We goin all out (aiiiite) We goin all out (aiiiite) We goin all out, watch ya motherfuckin mouth niggas (That's right, fuck these fag niggas) Do it, do it, do it [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 souljas Like hillbillies, they don't fear me So we feud bringing 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, shooting slugs like Muammar Gadaffi 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 (buck buck buck buck buck buck) And still avoid capture, 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 catching cases, litigation Niggas playa-hatin', got me crooked in all 50 states I'm screamin DEATH ROW, throw my WESTSIDE, ain't no thang 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 my demons Late night, hear them screamin; we goin' all out! [Hook: EDI] We goin all out, bomb first till they fall out Take them the war route, without a doubt Ball, which means we all ride if it's on Each nigga handle ya own, bring it on strong If you got bills to pay, nigga go all out Bustas playin with ya peeps, betta go all out Try'na see the next day, nigga go all out Obstacles in ya way, you better go all out [Napoleon] I'm on my last leg, walking through the belly of the beast Feelin like I'm all out, drunk as can be It's plain to see, that we mobb niggas hidin' in bushes Claimin that they ride rough, but they soft as they cushion They softer than bitches in the worst way, drownin in blood Outlawz my blood brothers, I'd die for these thuggs Say hi to this 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 on the Jers to the fullest, like some west coast love But after Pac stopped rappin, it ain't no west coast thug Just westcoast what? 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 [Hook] [Kastro] Now, we all ride, and down to die who wit us Speak up, or get treated like you comin to kill us 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 ya back, we ain't forgot bout cha These Glocks hot, and when shot, it'll bring the bitch up out cha It's me, Kastro with the goattee Walkin' like a OG, cause all these fag motherfuckers owe me I pray to the thug lord, like that motherfuckers holy Frontline soulja, till 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, 'till they feel it Livin' proof, Pac breed niggas, they can't deal wit' Holla back, right back, and watch ya mouth Or get blood in it, WHAT, we goin' all out Nigga [Hook] - 2X Fool, you better go all out Keep goin' all out All my niggas goin' all out Without a muthafuckin' doubt [EDI talking] Ey, you niggas just gon think that you gon be uhh Talkin and slippin 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