2pac Tupac Shakur All Out lyrics

(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