2Pac - All Out Lyrics
(fuck them niggaz dissin me?)
jay-z...come out to play...
Hey yo assasin...gimme one of them tracks I can just ride on motherfuckers
with...
mobb deep...
niggaz talkin bout we can't rap? Niggaz must nota' never heard no motherfuckin
track offa death row nigga...
DEATH ROW...WESTSIDE...
Let's get it on...daylight or fuckin nightbreak...
MOB...
Go into these niggaz...to the motherfuckin death...
Come hell or high water
Down to slaughter opposes
Just another lost soul stuck callin Jehova
Outlaw til it's over
Brandish my strap.. black like a cobra
I stay drunk.. cause I'm a MADMAN.. whenever sober
On a one man mission
My ambitions to hold up the rap game
While I pluck holes in niggaz like donuts
And still, down to die for all my souljas..
Like hillbillies, they don't feel 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 Sadaam... sometimes I question "who's sane"
Like fiends frantic for that last vein, stuck in the game!
I hit the scene like sandstorm..
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 my Muammar Quadaffi
Murder my friends, built a new posse
We takin shots at paparazzi
Gonna fly now.. nigga like Rocky
You got a lotta nerve to play me
Another gay rapper..
Bustin caps at Jay-Z.. and still avoid capture
While y'all caught up in the rapture
Still after me I'm in Jamaica sippin' daqueries..
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 came to a fear of catchin cases
Litigation.. niggaz playahatin'.. got me crooked in all fifty states
I'm screamin DEATH ROW.. throwin westside.. ain't no thing
We was raised off drive-by's.. brought up to bang
We claim mob.. MOB.. if you be specific
We control.. ALL cash from the Atlantic, Pacific
And get this.. I'm hard to kill
While I build 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 'em screamin..
WE GOIN ALL OUT!...
With money clutchin, bail, come muder man, po's rushin
Cap tilted to the side, on the lean out the ride bustin'
Outlaws enforce the secrets of war, but won't abuse it
Burnt, bury my burners with my dead buddies when I use it
Give a fuck about later.. shots warm through the equator
Death to you traitors, shots bitin' through your bones like alligator
Payin my dues.. lookin for miscellaneous infamous crews
Old ladies sing the blues.. leave them smokin from they shoes...
Now with my every wakin' moment
I'm on a quest to be better, yeah
Position myself to prosper state, prepared for whatever
But at times, I slip slightly, shit I ain't afraid to admit it
To gone, off that novacaine, like in too hard to live it
And I'm just a smidgeon past my teenage years.. into adulthood
Now I ride with G's finally, knowin myself good
And it felt good, when I was young but playtime's over
EDI here take this gun nigga...it's over...
I piss cold blood, shit hot liquor out my liver
Smoke like a tail pipe, and write when I'm bitter
All my life I been considered a downright, dirty nigga
From when daddy knocked mama' s twat popped the last drop from the litter
Tell me give the world hell
But in hell I give 'em mo'
And I bail outta jail
Screamin fuck the Po' Po'
When I run to take that enough, from a simple fuck
to multi-million dollar luck
Plus I think it's time to grab all pistols.. wave them shits in the air
Celebrate Outlaw livin nigga, I wouldn't be here
To you death is losin, and to me this shit's a family reuinion
And to hell wit a peace treaty, never call it, cause it wouldn't feed me
My wallet.. be as empty as the day I got started
Twelve shots in my pocket, left my niggaz departed
It's a shame that these snake vultures niggaz coldhearted
In a dirty world where only God know yo death and can call it...
We thugged out, low cut, Outlawz rush and royal flush
Bomb first kickin dust.. out in Cali, but I ain't in it so much
make 'em pay state to state, NJ to CA
Them cowards felt the weight, and turned feminen like Michel'le
Niggaz change they whole style when the outlawz comin
A million miles and thuggin
Young Noble..I keep 'em buzzin
While the rapture.. capture this fuckin style that I master
Bringin terminal disaster.. HIT YOU UP when I pass nigga...
US, THE FIRST TO BUST, WHO DO WE TRUST? OUT FOR MOBB DEEP AND JAY-Z, DEAD IN
THE DUST,
I TOLD YOU PUNKS THAT I WAS AFTER BIGGIE...YOU GOT INVOLVED, NOW WE BOUT TO
BUST ON ALL Y'ALL... GOIN ALL OUT...
US, THE FIRST TO BUST, WHO DO WE TRUST? OUT FOR MOBB DEEP AND JAY-Z, DEAD IN
THE DUST,
I TOLD YOU PUNKS THAT I WAS AFTER BIGGIE...YOU GOT INVOLVED, NOW WE BOUT TO
BUST ON ALL Y'ALL... GOIN ALL OUT...
US, THE FIRST TO BUST, WHO DO WE TRUST? OUT FOR MOBB DEEP AND JAY-Z, DEAD IN
THE DUST,
I TOLD YOU PUNKS THAT I WAS AFTER PIGGIE...YOU GOT INVOLVED, NOW WE BOUT TO
BUST ON ALL Y'ALL...WESTSIDE....GOIN ALL OUT...
Jay-Z....haha boy you at yo funeral...punk motherfucker
WESTSIDE...OUTLAW...DEATHROW...MAKAVELI THA DON...OUTLAWZ THE CRIMINAL
DESPERADO'S...WESTSIDE THUG LIVIN...
DIE, DIE SLOW,
(think my memory ain't bad you about the buisness...)
DIE, DIE SLOW,
(BANG, you dead)
DIE, DIE SLOW,
(haha mobb deep, you lil young ass juvenile delinquent...)
DIE, DIE SLOW,
(BANG BANG, you dead)
DIE, DIE SLOW,
(biggie...BANG, you dead)
DIE, DIE SLOW,
(puffy...BANG, you dead)
DIE, DIE, DIE SLOW,
(you robbed the game, no need to explain, get outta here)
DIE, DIE, DIE SLOW,
DIE, DIE, DIE SLOW,
mmh, DIE, DIE SLOW,
MY LABEL, THE NOTORIOUS, UNTOUCHABLE, DEATH ROW...
2Pac - All Out Lyrics
f/ Outlawz
(hellicopter propeller turning)
[Kastro & Napoleon]
We goin all out (aiiiite)
We goin all out (aiiiite)
We goin all out, watch ya motherfuckin mouth niggaz
(That's right, fuck these fag niggaz)
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, brand as my strap
Back like a cobra, I stay drunk, cause I'm a mad man
Whenever sober, on a one man mission
My ambition to hold up the rap game
While I pluck holes in niggaz like donuts
And still down to die for all my souljas
Like hillbillies, they don't fear me
So refuse 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 Hussein
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 dirty niggaz, who all got me
While bitches wonderin who shot me
No love, keep a grudge, shootin sluggs like Muammar Quadaffi
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 to 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 Jamacia 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 came to a field, catchin cases, litigation
Niggaz 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, of give it up, and my demons
Late night, hear them screamin; we goin all out!
[Chorus: 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 land sled, walkin through the belly of the beats
Feelin like I'm all out, drunk as can be
It's plain to see, that we mobb niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz be bitin this
It's all from my heart when I was writin this
All out
[chorus]
[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 niggaz 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 niggaz, they can't deal wit'
Holla back, right back, and watch ya mouth
Or get blood in it, WHAT, we goin' all out
Nigga
[chorus] - 2X
fool, you better go all out
keep goin' all out
all my niggaz goin' all out
without a muthafuckin' doubt
[EDI talking]
Ey, you niggaz 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
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