2pac & Outlawz All Out Lyrics
            "All Out"
            (feat. Outlawz)
        
            [hellicopter propeller turning]
        
            [Kastro & Napoleon]
            We goin all out (aiiiite)
            We goin all out (aiiiite)
            We goin all out, watch ya m_________in mouth n____z
            (That's right, f___ these f__ n____z)
            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 n____z 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 s___ 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 n____z, who all got me
            While b____es 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, n____ 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-n____, that my old man wasn't
            I came to a field, catchin cases, litigation
            n____z 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 n____ handle ya own, bring it on strong
            If you got bills to pay, n____ go all out
            Bustas playin with ya peeps, betta go all out
            Try'na see the next day, n____ 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 n____z hidin' in bushes
            Claimin that they ride rough, but they soft as they cushion
            They softer than b____es 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 n____z 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 n____z 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 a__ to the floor
            And watch my fo-fo put peek holes through your door
            I ride or die, but these other f__ n____z 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 n____z 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 b____ up out cha
            It's me, Kastro with the goattee
            Walkin' like a OG, cause all these f__ m_________ers owe me
            I pray to the thug lord, like that m_________ers 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 n____z, they can't deal wit'
            Holla back, right back, and watch ya mouth
            Or get blood in it, WHAT, we goin' all out
            n____
        
            [chorus - 2X]
        
            fool, you better go all out
            keep goin' all out
            all my n____z goin' all out
            without a m____fuckin' doubt
        
            [EDI talking]
            Ey, you n____z just gon think that you gon be uhh
            talkin and slippin on all of these m_________in records
            and we ain't gon say s___, now it's 1999
            It's a different grind, don't disrespect the Don
            It's still war m_________ers
            So let's see you act like you know
        
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