歌手:Tupac
专辑:《Until The End Of Time》

作词 : E.D.I/Kastro/Damon Thomas/Rufus Cooper/Malcolm Greenidge/Yafeu Fula/Mutah Beale/Katari Cox/TUPAC SHAKUR
作曲 : E.D.I/Kastro/Damon Thomas/Rufus Cooper/Malcolm Greenidge/Yafeu Fula/Mutah Beale/Katari Cox/TUPAC SHAKUR
We goin' all out, aight, we goin' all out, aight, we goin' all out
Watch your motherf*cking mouths n*ggas.
That's right
F*ck these fed N*ggas Pac.
Do it, Do it, Do it
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'm a mad man
Whenever sober, on a one man mission
My ambitions to hold up the rap game
While I plug holes in n*ggas 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 l'm the first to bomb
With a squad of trusted killers quick to move sh*t, 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 n*ggas, who all got me
While b*tches 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, n*gga 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 n*gga, that my old man wasn't
I came to a fear catchin' cases, litigation
N*ggas play a 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 goin' all out
We goin' all out
Bomb first till they fall out (All out)
Take them the war route (All out)
Without a doubt
War, which means, we all ride if it's on
Each n*gga handle ya own, bring it on strong
If you got bills to pay, n*gga go all out
Busta's playing with your papes, better go all out
Trying to see the next day, n*gga go all out
Obstacles in your way, better go all out
I'm on my land sled, walking through the belly of the beast
Feeling like l'm all out, drunk as can be
It's plain to see, who are mob n*ggas hiding in bushes
Claiming that they ride but they softer than cushion
They softer than b*tches in worst way drowning in blood
Outlawz my blood brothers l'd die for these thugs
Say hi to these slugs, It's a shame how some n*ggas on the westcoast
Who was riding with Pac, but when he died they went pop
I mob the Jers' to the fullest lots of westcoast love
But after Pac stopped rapping ain't no westcoast thugs
Just westcoast what? To my real n*ggas stuck in these street game
These rappers like Jay-Z, who be pumping Kool-Aid through their veins
It's true what l'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 n*ggas be biting this
lt's all from my heart when I was writing this, now it's all out
We goin' all out
Bomb first till they fall out (All out)
Take them the war route (All out)
Without a doubt
War, which means, we all ride if it's on
Each n*gga handle ya own, bring it on strong
If you got bills to pay, n*gga go all out
Busta's playing with your papes, better go all out
Trying to see the next day, n*gga go all out
Obstacles in your way, better go all out
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 n*gga swearing they Pac
Stop that and watch your back, we ain't forgot about cha
These glocks hot, and when shot would bring the b*tch up out cha
lt's me, Kastro, with the goatee, walking like an OG
Cause all these fag motherf*ckers owe me
I pray to thug lords, like the motherf*ckers holy
Frontline soldier, till the heavens, hold me, I go all out
And if you real you real
Feel what l'm talking 'bout cause this game is real, I live it
For bidden fruit and shoot till they feel it
Living proof Pac breed n*ggas they can't deal with
Holler back, right back, and watch your mouth
Or get blood in it
What, we going all out n*gga
We goin' all out
Bomb first till they fall out (All out)
Take them the war route (All out)
Without a doubt
War, which means, we all ride if it's on
Each n*gga handle ya own, bring it on strong
If you got bills to pay, n*gga go all out
Busta's playing with your papes, better go all out
Trying to see the next day, n*gga go all out
Obstacles in your way, better go all out
(×2)
Fool, you better go all out (All out)
Keep going all out (All out)
All my n*ggas going all out (All out)
Without a motherf*cking doubt (Hahaha)
Ay, you n*ggas just gone think you gon' be a,(All out) talking slick on all these motherf*cking (Uh-huh)
And we ain't gonna say sh*t, now it's 99, this is a different grind, don't disrespect the
lt's still war motherf*ckers, so lets see you act like you know