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    "All Out" Lyrics

    2Pac feat. Outlawz

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    Genre:Hip-Hop, Rap
    Duration:00:05:25
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    We goin' all out
    (Aite)
    We goin' all out
    (Aite)
    We goin' all out
    Watch ya motherfuckin' mouth niggaz
    (That's right, fuck these fag niggaz)
    Do it, do it, do it

    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 fifty 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

    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

    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 vein's
    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

    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

    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

    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

    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

    Fool, you better go all out
    Keep goin' all out
    All my niggaz goin' all out
    Without a muthafuckin' doubt

    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 grin'd, don't disrespect the Don
    It's still war motherfuckers
    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Tupac Amaru Shakur, Mutah W. Beale, Rufus Lee Cooper, Katari T. Cox, Yafeu Fula, Malcolm Greenidge, Damon E. Thomas.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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