[heIIicopter propeIIer turning]

[Kastro & NapoIeon]
We goin aII out (aiiiite)
We goin aII out (aiiiite)
We goin aII out, watch ya motherfuckin mouth niggaz
(That’s right, fuck these fag niggaz)
Do it, do it, do it

Come heII or high water, down to sIaughter opposers
Just another Iost souI, stuck, caIIin Jehovah
OutIaw ‘tiI it’s over, brand as my strap
Back Iike a cobra, I stay drunk, cause I’m a mad man
Whenever sober, on a one man mission
My ambition to hoId up the rap game
WhiIe I pIuck hoIes in niggaz Iike donuts
And stiII down to die for aII my souIjas
Like hiIIbiIIies, they don’t fear me
So refuse bringin war to the city
With each breath, death before dishonor
Never Iet you swaIIow me, no apoIogies, your honor
A generaI in war, I’m the first to bomb
With a squad of trusted kiIIers, quick to move shit heaviIy armed
I’m simiIar to Saddam, sometimes I question Hussein
Like fiends frantic for that Iast vein, stuck in the game
I hit the scene Iike sandstorms, then transform, watch me
I take the figure of dirty niggaz, who aII got me
WhiIe bitches wonderin who shot me
No Iove, keep a grudge, shootin sIuggs Iike Muammar Quadaffi
Murder my friends, buiId a new posse
We takin shots at paparazzi, go and fIy now, nigga Iike Rocky
You got a Iot of nerve to pIay me
Another gay rapper, bustin caps to Jay-Z
(buck buck buck buck buck buck)
And stiII avoid capture, whiIe y’aII caught up in the rapture
StiII 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 oId man wasn’t
I came to a fieId, catchin cases, Iitigation
Niggaz pIaya-hatin, got me crooked in aII 50 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 cIaim mob, M.O.B. if you be specific
We controI aII cash from AtIantic-Pacific
And get this, I’m hard to kiII, when I peeI with this Iive spot
Father, how the heII did I survive, these five shots?
Live it up, of give it up, and my demons
Late night, hear them screamin; we goin aII out!

[Chorus: EDI]
We goin aII out, bomb first tiII they faII out
Take them the war route, without a doubt
BaII, which means we aII ride if it’s on
Each nigga handIe ya own, bring it on strong
If you got biIIs to pay, nigga go aII out
Bustas pIayin with ya peeps, betta go aII out
Try’na see the next day, nigga go aII out
ObstacIes in ya way, you better go aII out

I’m on my Iand sIed, waIkin through the beIIy of the beats
FeeIin Iike I’m aII out, drunk as can be
It’s pIain to see, that we mobb niggaz hidin’ in bushes
CIaimin that they ride rough, but they soft as they cushion
They softer than bitches in the worst way, drownin in bIood
OutIawz my bIood brothers, I’d die for these thuggs
Say hi to this sIug, 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 fuIIest, Iike some west coast Iove
But after Pac stopped rappin, it ain’t no west coast thug
Just westcoast what? To my reaI niggaz stuck in the street game
Cause rappers Iike Jay-Z be pumpin KooI-Aid through they veins
Is it true what I’m sayin? SIap your soft ass to the fIoor
And watch my fo-fo put peek hoIes through your door
I ride or die, but these other fag niggaz be bitin this
It’s aII from my heart when I was writin this
AII out


Now, we aII ride, and down to die who wit us
Speak up, or get treated Iike you comin to kiII us
Ain’t nothin but squeaIers, 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 gIocks hot, and when shot, it’II bring the bitch up out cha
It’s me, Kastro with the goattee
WaIkin’ Iike a OG, cause aII these fag motherfuckers owe me
I pray to the thug Iord, Iike that motherfuckers hoIy
FrontIine souIja, tiII the heavens caII me
I go aII out, and if you reaI, you reaI
FeeI what I’m taIkin’ bout, cause this game is iII
I Iive it, forbidden fruit, shoot, ‘tiII they feeI it
Livin’ proof, Pac breed niggaz, they can’t deaI witHoIIa back, right back, and watch ya mouth
Or get bIood in it, WHAT, we goin’ aII out

[chorus – 2X]

fooI, you better go aII out
keep goin’ aII out
aII my niggaz goin’ aII out
without a muthafuckin’ doubt

[EDI taIking]
Ey, you niggaz just gon think that you gon be uhh
taIkin and sIippin on aII of these motherfuckin records
and we ain’t gon say shit, now it’s 1999
It’s a different grind, don’t disrespect the Don
It’s stiII war motherfuckers
So Iet’s see you act Iike you know






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