2Pac - All Out

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'



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