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  • 作词 : E.D.I/Kastro/Damon Thomas/Rufus Cooper/Malcolm Greenidge/Yafeu Fula/Mutah Beale/Katari Cox/TUPAC SHAKUR
    作曲 : E.D.I/Kastro/Damon Thomas/Rufus Cooper/Malcolm Greenidge/Yafeu Fula/Mutah Beale/Katari Cox/TUPAC SHAKUR
    We goin' all out, aight, we goin' all out, aight, we goin' all out
    Watch your motherf*cking mouths n*ggas.
    That's right
    F*ck these fed N*ggas Pac.
    Do it, Do it, Do it
    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'm a mad man
    Whenever sober, on a one man mission
    My ambitions to hold up the rap game
    While I plug holes in n*ggas 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 l'm the first to bomb
    With a squad of trusted killers quick to move sh*t, 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 n*ggas, who all got me
    While b*tches 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, n*gga 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 n*gga, that my old man wasn't
    I came to a fear catchin' cases, litigation
    N*ggas play a hatin', got me crooked in all 50 states
    I'm screaming Death Row, throwing 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 bill with this live spot Father
    How the hell did I survive, these 5 shots?
    Live it up or give it up and like demons
    Late night, hear em screaming
    We goin' all out
    We goin' all out
    Bomb first till they fall out (All out)
    Take them the war route (All out)
    Without a doubt
    War, which means, we all ride if it's on
    Each n*gga handle ya own, bring it on strong
    If you got bills to pay, n*gga go all out
    Busta's playing with your papes, better go all out
    Trying to see the next day, n*gga go all out
    Obstacles in your way, better go all out
    I'm on my land sled, walking through the belly of the beast
    Feeling like l'm all out, drunk as can be
    It's plain to see, who are mob n*ggas hiding in bushes
    Claiming that they ride but they softer than cushion
    They softer than b*tches in worst way drowning in blood
    Outlawz my blood brothers l'd die for these thugs
    Say hi to these slugs, It's a shame how some n*ggas on the westcoast
    Who was riding with Pac, but when he died they went pop
    I mob the Jers' to the fullest lots of westcoast love
    But after Pac stopped rapping ain't no westcoast thugs
    Just westcoast what? To my real n*ggas stuck in these street game
    These rappers like Jay-Z, who be pumping Kool-Aid through their veins
    It's true what l'm saying, slap your soft ass to the floor
    And watch my 4-4 put three holes in your dome
    I Ride or Die, while these other fag n*ggas be biting this
    lt's all from my heart when I was writing this, now it's all out
    We goin' all out
    Bomb first till they fall out (All out)
    Take them the war route (All out)
    Without a doubt
    War, which means, we all ride if it's on
    Each n*gga handle ya own, bring it on strong
    If you got bills to pay, n*gga go all out
    Busta's playing with your papes, better go all out
    Trying to see the next day, n*gga go all out
    Obstacles in your way, better go all out
    We all ride, and down to die
    Who with us? Speak up
    Or get treated like you coming to kill us, they nothing but squealers
    In this rap game swearing they rough
    Tattoo'd up, and now them n*gga swearing they Pac
    Stop that and watch your back, we ain't forgot about cha
    These glocks hot, and when shot would bring the b*tch up out cha
    lt's me, Kastro, with the goatee, walking like an OG
    Cause all these fag motherf*ckers owe me
    I pray to thug lords, like the motherf*ckers holy
    Frontline soldier, till the heavens, hold me, I go all out
    And if you real you real
    Feel what l'm talking 'bout cause this game is real, I live it
    For bidden fruit and shoot till they feel it
    Living proof Pac breed n*ggas they can't deal with
    Holler back, right back, and watch your mouth
    Or get blood in it
    What, we going all out n*gga
    We goin' all out
    Bomb first till they fall out (All out)
    Take them the war route (All out)
    Without a doubt
    War, which means, we all ride if it's on
    Each n*gga handle ya own, bring it on strong
    If you got bills to pay, n*gga go all out
    Busta's playing with your papes, better go all out
    Trying to see the next day, n*gga go all out
    Obstacles in your way, better go all out
    (×2)
    Fool, you better go all out (All out)
    Keep going all out (All out)
    All my n*ggas going all out (All out)
    Without a motherf*cking doubt (Hahaha)
    Ay, you n*ggas just gone think you gon' be a,(All out) talking slick on all these motherf*cking (Uh-huh)
    And we ain't gonna say sh*t, now it's 99, this is a different grind, don't disrespect the
    lt's still war motherf*ckers, so lets see you act like you know
  • [00:00.000] 作词 : E.D.I/Kastro/Damon Thomas/Rufus Cooper/Malcolm Greenidge/Yafeu Fula/Mutah Beale/Katari Cox/TUPAC SHAKUR
    [00:01.000] 作曲 : E.D.I/Kastro/Damon Thomas/Rufus Cooper/Malcolm Greenidge/Yafeu Fula/Mutah Beale/Katari Cox/TUPAC SHAKUR
    [00:08.332]We goin' all out, aight, we goin' all out, aight, we goin' all out
    [00:15.745]Watch your motherf*cking mouths n*ggas.
    [00:22.963]That's right
    [00:25.571]F*ck these fed N*ggas Pac.
    [00:26.854]Do it, Do it, Do it
    [00:28.511]Come hell or high water, down to slaughter opposes
    [00:30.777]Just another lost soul stuck callin' Jehova
    [00:33.549]Outlaw til' it's over
    [00:35.023]Brandish my strap, back like a cobra
    [00:36.886]I stay drunk 'cause I'm a mad man
    [00:38.729]Whenever sober, on a one man mission
    [00:41.108]My ambitions to hold up the rap game
    [00:43.218]While I plug holes in n*ggas like doughnuts
    [00:45.423]And still down to die for all my souljahs, like hillbillies
    [00:48.202]They don't feel me, so we fued, bringin' war to the city
    [00:50.705]With each breath, death before dishonor
    [00:52.578]Never let you swallow me, no apologies, your honor
    [00:56.367]A general in war l'm the first to bomb
    [00:58.588]With a squad of trusted killers quick to move sh*t, heavily armed
    [01:01.815]I'm similar to Saddam, sometimes I question Hussein
    [01:04.682]Like fiends fighting for that last vein, stuck in the game
    [01:07.329]I hit the scene like sand storms
    [01:09.326]Then transform, watch me, I take a figga of thirty n*ggas, who all got me
    [01:13.491]While b*tches wondering, who shot me, no love
    [01:15.893]Keep a grudge, shooting slugs like Muammar Qadaafi
    [01:18.546]Murdered my friend built a new posse
    [01:20.442]We takin shots at paparazzi
    [01:21.941]Gon' fly now, n*gga like Rocky
    [01:23.971]You got a lot of nerve to play me, another gay rapper
    [01:27.162]Bustin' caps at Jay-Z (Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck), and still avoid capture
    [01:29.604]While you all caught up in the rapture
    [01:31.229]Still after me I'm in Jamaica sippin' daiquiris, no doubt
    [01:34.997]We used to havin' nothing, then grabbin' something and bustin'
    [01:37.742]Wanted to be the thug n*gga, that my old man wasn't
    [01:40.524]I came to a fear catchin' cases, litigation
    [01:43.226]N*ggas play a hatin', got me crooked in all 50 states
    [01:46.016]I'm screaming Death Row, throwing Westside, ain't no thang
    [01:48.748]We was raised off drive-by's, brought up to bang
    [01:51.525]We claim mob, M.O.B. , if you be specific
    [01:54.297]We control all cash from Atlantic-Pacific, and get this
    [01:57.440]I'm hard to kill, when I bill with this live spot Father
    [02:00.311]How the hell did I survive, these 5 shots?
    [02:03.152]Live it up or give it up and like demons
    [02:05.756]Late night, hear em screaming
    [02:07.328]We goin' all out
    [02:08.504]We goin' all out
    [02:09.673]Bomb first till they fall out (All out)
    [02:11.236]Take them the war route (All out)
    [02:12.598]Without a doubt
    [02:13.721]War, which means, we all ride if it's on
    [02:16.457]Each n*gga handle ya own, bring it on strong
    [02:19.165]If you got bills to pay, n*gga go all out
    [02:22.327]Busta's playing with your papes, better go all out
    [02:24.955]Trying to see the next day, n*gga go all out
    [02:27.675]Obstacles in your way, better go all out
    [02:30.120]I'm on my land sled, walking through the belly of the beast
    [02:33.371]Feeling like l'm all out, drunk as can be
    [02:35.731]It's plain to see, who are mob n*ggas hiding in bushes
    [02:38.464]Claiming that they ride but they softer than cushion
    [02:41.174]They softer than b*tches in worst way drowning in blood
    [02:43.891]Outlawz my blood brothers l'd die for these thugs
    [02:46.620]Say hi to these slugs, It's a shame how some n*ggas on the westcoast
    [02:49.723]Who was riding with Pac, but when he died they went pop
    [02:51.985]I mob the Jers' to the fullest lots of westcoast love
    [02:54.841]But after Pac stopped rapping ain't no westcoast thugs
    [02:57.520]Just westcoast what? To my real n*ggas stuck in these street game
    [03:00.663]These rappers like Jay-Z, who be pumping Kool-Aid through their veins
    [03:02.940]It's true what l'm saying, slap your soft ass to the floor
    [03:05.997]And watch my 4-4 put three holes in your dome
    [03:08.629]I Ride or Die, while these other fag n*ggas be biting this
    [03:11.524]lt's all from my heart when I was writing this, now it's all out
    [03:14.805]We goin' all out
    [03:15.932]Bomb first till they fall out (All out)
    [03:17.511]Take them the war route (All out)
    [03:18.764]Without a doubt
    [03:19.937]War, which means, we all ride if it's on
    [03:22.715]Each n*gga handle ya own, bring it on strong
    [03:25.394]If you got bills to pay, n*gga go all out
    [03:28.441]Busta's playing with your papes, better go all out
    [03:31.149]Trying to see the next day, n*gga go all out
    [03:33.877]Obstacles in your way, better go all out
    [03:35.812]We all ride, and down to die
    [03:38.284]Who with us? Speak up
    [03:39.716]Or get treated like you coming to kill us, they nothing but squealers
    [03:42.788]In this rap game swearing they rough
    [03:44.692]Tattoo'd up, and now them n*gga swearing they Pac
    [03:47.476]Stop that and watch your back, we ain't forgot about cha
    [03:50.082]These glocks hot, and when shot would bring the b*tch up out cha
    [03:53.159]lt's me, Kastro, with the goatee, walking like an OG
    [03:56.580]Cause all these fag motherf*ckers owe me
    [03:58.689]I pray to thug lords, like the motherf*ckers holy
    [04:01.282]Frontline soldier, till the heavens, hold me, I go all out
    [04:05.096]And if you real you real
    [04:06.636]Feel what l'm talking 'bout cause this game is real, I live it
    [04:10.034]For bidden fruit and shoot till they feel it
    [04:12.650]Living proof Pac breed n*ggas they can't deal with
    [04:15.358]Holler back, right back, and watch your mouth
    [04:17.661]Or get blood in it
    [04:18.726]What, we going all out n*gga
    [04:21.093]We goin' all out
    [04:22.263]Bomb first till they fall out (All out)
    [04:23.629]Take them the war route (All out)
    [04:24.988]Without a doubt
    [04:26.172]War, which means, we all ride if it's on
    [04:28.884]Each n*gga handle ya own, bring it on strong
    [04:31.535]If you got bills to pay, n*gga go all out
    [04:34.600]Busta's playing with your papes, better go all out
    [04:37.313]Trying to see the next day, n*gga go all out
    [04:40.134]Obstacles in your way, better go all out
    [04:42.808](×2)
    [05:06.083]Fool, you better go all out (All out)
    [05:09.057]Keep going all out (All out)
    [05:11.786]All my n*ggas going all out (All out)
    [05:13.893]Without a motherf*cking doubt (Hahaha)
    [05:16.329]Ay, you n*ggas just gone think you gon' be a,(All out) talking slick on all these motherf*cking (Uh-huh)
    [05:21.747]And we ain't gonna say sh*t, now it's 99, this is a different grind, don't disrespect the
    [05:25.738]lt's still war motherf*ckers, so lets see you act like you know