Текст песни All Out - 2Pac feat. Outlawz
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
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
1 Ballad of a Dead Soulja
2 Lil' Homies
3 Let Em Have It - Hutch Mix
4 Good Life
5 Letter 2 My Unborn
6 Breathin'
7 All Out
8 Fuckin Wit the Wrong Nigga
9 Everything They Owe
10 World Wide Mob Figgaz
11 Syke Interlude T2001
12 My Closest Roaddogz
13 When Thugz Cry
14 U Don't Have 2 Worry
15 This Ain't Livin'
16 Lastonesleft
17 Thug N U Thug N Me - Hutch Mix
18 Words 2 My Firstborn
19 Runnin On E
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