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We going all out, aight, we going all out, aight, we going all out. | Watch your mother fucking mouths niggas. | That's right.
We going all out, aight, we going all out, aight, we going all out. Watch your mother fucking mouths niggas. That's right. Fuck these fed Niggas Pac. Do it, Do it, Do it. (Tupac) Come hell or high water. Down to slaughter opposes. Just another lost soul stuck callin Jehova. Outlaw til' it's over. Brandish my strap, back like a cobra. I stay drunk cause I'ma mad man. We're never sober. On a one man mission. My ambitions to hold up the rap game. While I plug holes in niggas like doughnuts. And still. Down to die for all my souljahs, like hillbillies. They don't feel me. So we fued. 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 fighting for that last vein, stuck in the game I hit the scene like sand storms Then transform Watch me, I take a figga of thirty niggaz, who all got me While bitches wondering, who shot me, no love Keep a grudge, shooting slugs like Muammar Qadaafi Murdered my friend built a new posse We takin shots at paparazzi Gon 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 you all caught up in the rapture Still after me I'm in Jamaica sippin' daiquiris No doubt We used to havin' nothing Then grabbin something and bustin Wanted to be the thug nigga That my old man wasn't I came to a fear catchin' cases, litigation Niggaz playa hatin' Got me crooked in all 50 states I'm screaming Death Row Throwing 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 bill with this live spot Father How the hell did I survive, these 5 shots? Live it up or give it up and like demons Late night, hear em screaming We going All Out We going All Out Bomb first till they fall out Take them the war route With out a doubt War, 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 Busta's playing with your papes Better go all out Trying to see the next day Nigga go all out Obstacles in your way Better go all out (Napoleon) I'm on my land sled Walking through the belly of the beast Feeling like I'm all out, drunk as can be It's plain to see, who are mob niggas hiding in bushes Claiming that they ride but they softer than cushion They softer than bitches in worst way drowning in blood Outlawz my blood brothers I'd die for these thugs Say hi to these slugs It's a shame how some niggas on the west coast Who was riding with Pac But when he died they went pop I mob the Jers' to the fullest lots of west coast love But after Pac stopped rapping ain't no west coast thugs Just west coast what? To my real niggaz stuck in these street game These rappers like Jay-Z Who be pumping Kool-Aid through their veins It's true what I'm saying Slap your soft ass to the floor And watch my 4-4 put three holes in your dome I Ride or Die While these other fag niggas be biting this It's all from my heart when I was writing this Now it's All Out (Kastro) We all ride And down to die Who with us? Speak up Or get treated like you coming to kill us They nothing but squealers In this rap game swearing they rough Tattoo'd up And now them nigga swearing they Pac Stop that and watch your back We ain't forgot about cha These glocks hot And when shot would bring the bitch up out cha It's me, Kastro With the goatee Walking like an OG Cause all these fag mother fuckas owe me I pray to thug lords, like the mother fuckers holy Frontline soldier, till the heavens, hold me I go all out And if you real you real Feel what I'm talking 'bout cause this game is real I live it Forbidden fruit and shoot till they feel it Living proof Pac breed niggaz they can't deal with Holler back, right back, and watch your mouth Or get blood in it What, we going all out nigga (Chorus) 2X Fool, you better go all out Keep going all out All my niggaz going all out Without a mother fucking doubt Ey, you niggaz just gone think you gon be a, talking slick on all these mother fucking records And we ain't gonna say shit, now it's 99, this is a different grind, (Don't disrespect the Don) It's still war mother fuckers So lets see you act like you know
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