Artist: 2Pac feat. Outlawz Song: All Out Album: Until The End Of Time Transcribed by: thaq@2Pacsworld.de [Intro] *Helicoter* We goin' all out (aiiiiight) We goin' all out (aiiiiight) We goin' all out (aiiiiight) Watch yo' motherfuckin mouth niggaz That's right, fuck these... Do it, do it, do it [Verse 1 - Tupac] Come hell of high water Down to slow our approaches 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'ma 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 souljahs 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 figga of dirty niggaz, who all got me While bitches wonderin who shot me No love, keep a grudge shootin' slugs like Mu'mmar 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 thug-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 keep 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 or give it up and like demons Late nite, hear em 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 Tryin to 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 thugs 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 love 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 Tryin to 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 goatee Walkin' like a OG cause all these fag muthafuckas owe me I pray to 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 and 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, better go all out Bustas playin with ya peeps, then you go all out Tryin to see the next day, better go all out Obstacles in ya way, then you 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 Tryin to 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