we goin all out (all out) we goin all out (iite) we goin all out
watch yo mou in mouth niggas thats right
them fag niggas pa
do it
do it
do it Come hell or high water Down to slow our approaches just anutha lost soul
stuck callin Jahovah Outlaw till its ova Brand as my strap Back like a cobra I stay drunk cuz i m a mad man Wheneva sober
on a one man mission my ambition to hold up the rap game While I pluck holes in niggas like donuts And still
down to die for all my souljas like hillbillies
they dont fear me So refuse
bring war to tha city Wit each breath
death before dishona Neva let u swallow me
no apologies
ya hona A general in war
I m the first to bomb Wit a squad
of trusted killas
quick to move shit Heavily armed I m similar to Sadan
sometimes I question whos sain Like friends frantic for that last vein
stuck in the game I hit the scene like sandstorms
then transform
watch me I take tha figga of dirty niggas
who all got me While bitches is wonderin who shot me no love
keep a grudge
shootin slugs like Muammar Quadaffi Murder my friends
build a new posse we takin shots at paparazzi
go and fly now
nigga like rocky you got alot of nerve ta play me Anutha gay rappa
bussin caps at Jay Z(buck
buck
buck
buck
buck) And still avoid capture While yall cought
caught up in tha rapture Still afta me
I m in Jamaica sippin Daqueries No doubt We used ta have nuthin
then grabbin sumthin and bustin wanted ta be tha thug- nigga
that my old man wasnt I came to a fiend
catchin cases
litigation niggaz playa hatin
got me crooked in all 50 states I m screamin DEATH ROW
throwin westside
aint no thang we was raised off drive by s
brought up ta 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 wit this live spot Fatha
how da hell did i survive dese 5 shots live it up
or give it up
and like demons Late night
hear em screamin We goin all out! Chorus we goin all out
bomb first till they fall out Take them the war route
witout a doubt Ball
which means we all ryde if its on Each nigga handle ya own
bring it on strong If you got bills ta pay
nigga go all out bustas playin wit yo peeps
betta go all out Try na see tha next day
nigga go all out Obstacles in ya way
u betta go all out I m on my land sled
walkin through tha belly of tha beats Feelin
like I m all out
drunk as can be its plain ta see
that we mobb niggas hidin in bushes Claimin that they ryde rough
but they soft as they cushion They softer than bitches in the worst way
drownin in blood Outlaws
my blood bruthas
I d die fo these thugs Say hi to this slug
it s a shame how some niggas on the westcoast Was rydin wit Pac
but when he died
they went pop I m on the Jers to the fullest
like sum westcoast love But afta Pac stopped rappin
it aint no westcoast thug just westcoast wut? to my real niggas stuck in da street game Cause rappers like Jay Z
be pumpin Kool-Aid through they veins Is it tru wut Im sayin? Slap your soft ass to da floor And watch my fo fo
put peek holes through ur door I ryde or dye
but dese otha fag niggaz be bitin dis It s all from my heart when I was writin dis All out Chorus 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 mutha as |
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