All Out

While y’all caught up in the rapture / Still after me / I’m in Jamacia sippin daquiris / No doubt
[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

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 who’s sane
Like fiends frantic for that last vein
Stuck in the game
I hit the scene like 
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 Gaddafi
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
Niggaz playa-hatin
Got me crooked in all 50 states
I’m screamin DEATH ROW
Ain’t no thang
We was raised off drive-by’s
Brought up to bang
We claim mob
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!

[Hook] [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

I’m on my last leg
Walkin’ through the belly of the beast
Feelin’ like I’m all out
Drunk as can be
It’s plain to see
That we mob niggas hidin’ in bushes
Claimin’ that they ride rough
But they softer than cushion
They softer than bitches in the worst way
Drownin’ in blood
Outlawz, my blood brothers
I’d die for these thugs
Say hi to this slug
It’s a shame 
How some niggas on the West Coast
Was ridin’ with ’Pac
But when he died they went pop
I’m out in Jers, to the fullest
Like some West Coast love
But after ’Pac stopped rappin’
It ain’t no West Coast thug
Just West Coast, slut
To my real niggas 
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 niggas 
Be bitin’ this
It’s all from my heart 
When I was writin’ this
All out!


Now, we all ride
And down to die
Who with us?
Speak up
Or get treated like you comin’ to kill us
They ain’t nothin’ but squealers
In this rap game
Swearin’ they rough
Tattooed up
And now them niggas swearin’ they ’Pac
Stop that, and watch your back
We ain’t forgot ’bout ya
These Glocks hot
And when shot it’ll bring the bitch up out ya
It’s me
Kastro with the goattee
Walkin’ like a OG
‘Cause all these fag motherfuckers owe me
I pray to thug lords 
Like them motherfuckers holy
Frontline soldier
’Til 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, ’til they feel it
Livin’ proof
Pac breed niggas they can’t deal with
Holla back, right back
And watch your mouth
Or get blood in it, what
We goin’ all out, nigga

[Chorus] (x2)

Fool, you better go all out
Keep goin’ all out
All my niggas goin’ all out
Without a muthafuckin’ doubt
You niggas just gon’ think you gon’ be uhh
Talkin’ slick 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