(feat. Outlawz)    [hellicopter propeller turning]    [Kastro & Napoleon]  We goin all out (aiiiite)  We goin all out (aiiiite)  We goin all out, watch ya motherfuckin mouth niggaz  (That's right, fuck these fag niggaz)  Do it, do it, do it    [2Pac]  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 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 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!    [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    [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 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 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]    [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 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    [chorus - 2X]    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 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 still war motherfuckers  So let's see you act like you know