Текст (слова) песни: Tupac, 2Pac - All Out

[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

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Tupac, 2Pac - All Out [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 Нравится песня? 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