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(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