(hellicopter propeller turning) [Kastro & Napoleon] We goin' all out (aiiiite) We goin' all out (aiiiite) We goin' all out, whatch ya muthafuckin mouth niggaz (that's right, fuck these fag niggaz) Do it, Do it, Do it [Verse 1] 2Pac Come hell or high water, down to slaughter opposers Just another lost soul, stuck, callin' jahovah Outlaw 'till 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 appologies, 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 Saddan, sometimes I question Hussein Like feinds frantic for that last vein, stuck in the game I hit the scene like sandstorms, then transform, watch me I take the figga 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 papparazi, 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' Daqueries No Doubt We used to havin nothin, then grabbin' somethin' and bustin' Wanted to be the thugg-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 DEATHROW, 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 5 shots? Live it up, of give it up, and my demonds Late nite, 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 [Verse 2] 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 westcoast Was ridin with Pac, but when he died, they went pop I'm on the Jers to the fullest, like some westcoast love But after Pac stopped rappin', it ain't no westcoast 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] 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 [Verse 3] 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 sqeallers, in this rap game, swearin' they rough Tattooed up, and now them niggaz swearin' they Pac Stop that, and whatch 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 muthafuckas owe me I pray to the thug lord, like that muthafuckas 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] 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 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 [EDI talking] ey, you niggaz just gon think that you gon be uhh, talkin and slippin on all of these muthafuckin' records, and we ain't gon say shit, now it's 1999 it's a different grind, don't disrespect the Don