(feat. Outlawz)
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[hellicopter propeller turning]
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[Kastro & Napoleon]
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We goin all out (aiiiite)
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We goin all out (aiiiite)
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We goin all out, watch ya motherf*ckin mouth niggaz
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(That's right, f*ck these fag niggaz)
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Do it, do it, do it
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[Tupac]
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Come hell or high water, down to slaughter opposers
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Just another lost soul, stuck, callin Jehovah
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Outlaw 'til it's over, brand as my strap
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Back like a cobra, I stay drunk, cause I'm a mad man
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Whenever sober, on a one man mission
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My ambition to hold up the rap game
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While I pluck holes in niggaz like donuts
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And still down to die for all my souljas
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Like hillbillies, they don't fear me
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So refuse bringin war to the city
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With each breath, death before dishonor
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Never let you swallow me, no apologies, your honor
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A general in war, I'm the first to bomb
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With a squad of trusted killers, quick to move shit heavily armed
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I'm similar to Saddam, sometimes I question Hussein
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Like fiends frantic for that last vein, stuck in the game
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I hit the scene like sandstorms, then transform, watch me
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I take the figure of dirty niggaz, who all got me
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While bitches wonderin who shot me
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No love, keep a grudge, shootin sluggs like Muammar Quadaffi
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Murder my friends, build a new posse
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We takin shots at paparazzi, go and fly now, nigga like Rocky
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You got a lot of nerve to play me
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Another gay rapper, bustin caps to Jay-Z
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(buck buck buck buck buck buck)
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And still avoid capture, while y'all caught up in the rapture
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Still after me, I'm in Jamacia sippin daquiris, no doubt
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We used to havin nothin, then grabbin somethin and bustin
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Wanted to be the thug-nigga, that my old man wasn't
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I came to a field, catchin cases, litigation
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Niggaz playa-hatin, got me crooked in all 50 states
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I'm screamin DEATH ROW, throw my WESTSIDE, ain't no thang
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We was raised off drive-by's, brought up to bang
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We claim mob, M.O.B. if you be specific
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We control all cash from Atlantic-Pacific
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And get this, I'm hard to kill, when I peel with this live spot
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Father, how the hell did I survive, these five shots?
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Live it up, of give it up, and my demons
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Late night, hear them screamin; we goin all out!
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[Chorus: EDI]
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We goin all out, bomb first till they fall out
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Take them the war route, without a doubt
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Ball, which means we all ride if it's on
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Each nigga handle ya own, bring it on strong
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If you got bills to pay, nigga go all out
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Bustas playin with ya peeps, betta go all out
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Try'na see the next day, nigga go all out
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Obstacles in ya way, you better go all out
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[Napoleon]
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I'm on my land sled, walkin through the belly of the beats
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Feelin like I'm all out, drunk as can be
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It's plain to see, that we mobb niggaz hidin' in bushes
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Claimin that they ride rough, but they soft as they cushion
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They softer than bitches in the worst way, drownin in blood
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Outlawz my blood brothers, I'd die for these thuggs
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Say hi to this slug, it's a shame how some niggaz on the west coast
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was ridin with Pac, but when he died, they went pop
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I'm on the Jers to the fullest, like some west coast love
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But after Pac stopped rappin, it ain't no west coast thug
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Just westcoast what? To my real niggaz stuck in the street game
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Cause rappers like Jay-Z be pumpin Kool-Aid through they veins
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Is it true what I'm sayin? Slap your soft ass to the floor
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And watch my fo-fo put peek holes through your door
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I ride or die, but these other fag niggaz be bitin this
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It's all from my heart when I was writin this
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All out
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[chorus]
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[Kastro]
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Now, we all ride, and down to die who wit us
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Speak up, or get treated like you comin to kill us
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Ain't nothin but squealers, in this rap game, swearin they rough
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Tattooed up, and now them niggaz swearin they Pac
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Stop that, and watch ya back, we ain't forgot bout cha
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These glocks hot, and when shot, it'll bring the bitch up out cha
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It's me, Kastro with the goattee
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Walkin' like a OG, cause all these fag motherf*ckers owe me
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I pray to the thug lord, like that motherf*ckers holy
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Frontline soulja, till the heavens call me
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I go all out, and if you real, you real
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Feel what I'm talkin' bout, cause this game is ill
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I live it, forbidden fruit, shoot, 'till they feel it
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Livin' proof, Pac breed niggaz, they can't deal wit'
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Holla back, right back, and watch ya mouth
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Or get blood in it, WHAT, we goin' all out
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Nigga
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[chorus 2X]
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fool, you better go all out
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keep goin' all out
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all my niggaz goin' all out
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without a muthaf*ckin' doubt
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[EDI talking]
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Ey, you niggaz just gon think that you gon be uhh
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talkin and slippin on all of these motherf*ckin records
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and we ain't gon say shit, now it's 1999
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It's a different grind, don't disrespect the Don
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It's still war motherf*ckers
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So let's see you act like you know
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