All Out

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