(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