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we goin all out (iite) we goin all out, watch yo moufuckin mouth niggas thats right, fuck them fag niggas pa, do it, do it, do it Come hell or high water Down to slow our approaches just anutha lost soul, stuck callin Jahovah Outlaw till its ova Brand as my strap Back like a cobra I stay drunk cuz i'm a mad man Wheneva sober, on a one man mission my ambition to hold up the rap game While I pluck holes in niggas like donuts And still, down to die for all my souljas like hillbillies, they dont fear me So refuse, bring war to tha city Wit each breath, death before dishona Neva let u swallow me, no apologies, ya hona A general in war, I'm the first to bomb Wit a squad, of trusted killas, quick to move shit Heavily armed I'm similar to Sadan, sometimes I question whos sain Like friends frantic for that last vein, stuck in the game I hit the scene like sandstorms, then transform, watch me I take tha figga of dirty niggas, who all got me While bitches is wonderin who shot me no love, keep a grudge, shootin slugs like Muammar Quadaffi Murder my friends, build a new posse we takin shots at paparazzi, go and fly now, nigga like rocky you got alot of nerve ta play me Anutha gay rappa, bussin caps at Jay Z(buck, buck, buck, buck, buck) And still avoid capture While yall cought, caught up in tha rapture Still afta me, I'm in Jamaica sippin Daqueries No doubt We used ta have nuthin, then grabbin sumthin and bustin wanted ta be tha thug- nigga, that my old man wasnt I came to a fiend, catchin cases, litigation niggaz playa hatin, got me crooked in all 50 states I'm screamin DEATH ROW, throwin westside, aint no thang we was raised off drive by's, brought up ta 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 wit this live spot Fatha, how da hell did i survive dese 5 shots live it up, or give it up, and like demons Late night, hear em screamin We goin all out! Chorus we goin all out, bomb first till they fall out Take them the war route, witout a doubt Ball, which means we all ryde if its on Each nigga handle ya own, bring it on strong If you got bills ta pay, nigga go all out bustas playin wit yo peeps, betta go all out Try'na see tha next day, nigga go all out Obstacles in ya way, u betta go all out I'm on my land sled, walkin through tha belly of tha beats Feelin, like I'm all out, drunk as can be its plain ta see, that we mobb niggas hidin in bushes Claimin that they ryde rough, but they soft as they cushion They softer than bitches in the worst way, drownin in blood Outlaws, my blood bruthas, I'd die fo these thugs Say hi to this slug, it's a shame how some niggas on the westcoast Was rydin wit Pac, but when he died, they went pop I'm on the Jers to the fullest, like sum westcoast love But afta Pac stopped rappin, it aint no westcoast thug just westcoast wut? to my real niggas stuck in da street game Cause rappers like Jay Z, be pumpin Kool-Aid through they veins Is it tru wut Im sayin? Slap your soft ass to da floor And watch my fo fo, put peek holes through ur door I ryde or dye, but dese otha fag niggaz be bitin dis It's all from my heart when I was writin dis All out Chorus 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  More 2 Pac Song Lyrics
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