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2Pac
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All Out (original)
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 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 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
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