All Out Lyrics - Until The End Of Time - 2pac

We going all out, aight, we going all out, aight, we going all out 

Watch your mother fucking mouths niggas 

That's right 

Fuck these fed Niggas Pac 

Do it, Do it, Do it. 

(Tupac) 

Come hell or high water 

Down to slaughter opposes 

Just another lost soul stuck callin Jehova 

Outlaw til' it's over 

Brandish my strap, back like a cobra 

I stay drunk cause I'ma mad man 

We're never sober 

On a one man mission 

My ambitions to hold up the rap game 

While I plug holes in niggas like doughnuts 

And still 

Down to die for all my souljahs, like hillbillies 

They don't feel me 

So we fued 

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 fighting for that last vein, stuck in the game 

I hit the scene like sand storms 

Then transform 

Watch me, I take a figga of thirty niggaz, who all got me 

While bitches wondering, who shot me, no love 

Keep a grudge, shooting slugs like Muammar Qadaafi 

Murdered my friend built a new posse 

We takin shots at paparazzi 

Gon fly now 

Nigga like Rocky 

You got a lot of nerve to play me 

Another gay rapper 

Bustin' caps at Jay-Z 

(buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck) 

And still avoid capture 

While you all caught up in the rapture 

Still after me I'm in Jamaica sippin' daiquiris 

No doubt 

We used to havin' nothing 

Then grabbin something and bustin 

Wanted to be the thug nigga 

That my old man wasn't 

I came to a fear catchin' cases, litigation 

Niggaz playa hatin' 

Got me crooked in all 50 states 

I'm screaming Death Row 

Throwing 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 bill with this live spot 

Father 

How the hell did I survive, these 5 shots? 

Live it up or give it up and like demons 

Late night, hear em screaming 

We going All Out 

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(Chorus) 

We going All Out 

Bomb first till they fall out 

Take them the war route 

With out a doubt 

War, 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 

Busta's playing with your papes 

Better go all out 

Trying to see the next day 

Nigga go all out 

Obstacles in your way 

Better go all out 

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(Napoleon) 

I'm on my land sled 

Walking through the belly of the beast 

Feeling like I'm all out, drunk as can be 

It's plain to see, who are mob niggas hiding in bushes 

Claiming that they ride but they softer than cushion 

They softer than bitches in worst way drowning in blood 

Outlawz my blood brothers I'd die for these thugs 

Say hi to these slugs 

It's a shame how some niggas on the west coast 

Who was riding with Pac 

But when he died they went pop 

I mob the Jers' to the fullest lots of west coast love 

But after Pac stopped rapping ain't no west coast thugs 

Just west coast what? 

To my real niggaz stuck in these street game 

These rappers like Jay-Z 

Who be pumping Kool-Aid through their veins 

It's true what I'm saying 

Slap your soft ass to the floor 

And watch my 4-4 put three holes in your dome 

I Ride or Die 

While these other fag niggas be biting this 

It's all from my heart when I was writing this 

Now it's All Out 

(Chorus) 

(Kastro) 

We all ride 

And down to die 

Who with us? 

Speak up 

Or get treated like you coming to kill us 

They nothing but squealers 

In this rap game swearing they rough 

Tattoo'd up 

And now them nigga swearing they Pac 

Stop that and watch your back 

We ain't forgot about cha 

These glocks hot 

And when shot would bring the bitch up out cha 

It's me, Kastro 

With the goatee 

Walking like an OG 

Cause all these fag mother fuckas owe me 

I pray to thug lords, like the mother fuckers holy 

Frontline soldier, till the heavens, hold me 

I go all out 

And if you real you real 

Feel what I'm talking 'bout cause this game is real 

I live it 

Forbidden fruit and shoot till they feel it 

Living proof Pac breed niggaz they can't deal with 

Holler back, right back, and watch your mouth 

Or get blood in it 

What, we going all out nigga 

(Chorus) 2X 

Fool, you better go all out 

Keep going all out 

All my niggaz going all out 

Without a mother fucking doubt 

Ey, you niggaz just gone think you gon be a, talking slick on all these mother fucking records 

And we ain't gonna say shit, now it's 99, this is a different grind, (Don't disrespect the Don) 

It's still war mother fuckers 

So lets see you act like you know