2Pac – All Out ft Outlawz

Talented and skilled rapper and songwriter, Tupac Shakur join efforts with Outlawz to create this amazing song titled “All Out”.

This intriguing record which appeared as Track 09 on his top charting album project called “Until the End of Time” was officially released on 27 March 2001.

We would like you to add this undeniable hit song to your playlist, you won’t regret it yuh.

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LYRICS

[Kastro (Napoleon):]

We goin’ all out, we goin’ all out

We goin’ all out

Watch your motherfuckin’ mouth, niggas!

(That’s right, fuck these fag niggas!)

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, brandish my strap, back like a cobra

I stay drunk, ’cause I’m a mad man whenever sober

On a one-man mission, my ambition’s to hold up

The rap game, while I pluck holes in niggas, like donuts

And still down to die for all my soldiers, like hillbillies

They don’t fear me, so we feud, 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 sandstorms, then transform, watch me

I take the figure of 30 niggas who all got me

While bitches wonderin’ who shot me

No love, keep a grudge, shootin’ slugs 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 at Jay Z

(Buck buck buck buck buck!) And still avoid capture

While y’all caught up in the rapture, still after me

I’m in Jamaica, sippin’ daiquiris, 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 can’t tour, fear of catchin’ cases, litigation

Niggas playa-hatin’, got me crooked in all fifty states

I’m screamin’, “Death Row!”

Throw my Westside, ain’t no thang

We was raised off drive-bys, 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 or give it up, and like demons

Late night, hear them screamin’, “We goin’ all out!”

 

[E.D.I.:]

We goin’ all out, bomb first ’til they fall out

Take them the war route, without a doubt

Ball, which means we all ride if it’s on

Each nigga handle your own, bring it on strong

If you got bills to pay, nigga, go all out

Bustas playin’ with your papes better go all out

Tryna see the next day, nigga, go all out

Obstacles in your way, you better go all out

 

[Napoleon:]

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!

[E.D.I.:]

We goin’ all out, bomb first ’til they fall out

Take them the war route, without a doubt

Ball, which means we all ride if it’s on

Each nigga handle your own, bring it on strong

If you got bills to pay, nigga, go all out

Bustas playin’ with your papes better go all out

Tryna see the next day, nigga, go all out

Obstacles in your way, you better go all out

 

[Kastro:]

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!

 

[E.D.I.:]

We goin’ all out, bomb first ’til they fall out

Take them the war route, without a doubt

Ball, which means we all ride if it’s on

Each nigga handle your own, bring it on strong

If you got bills to pay, nigga, go all out

Bustas playin’ with your papes better go all out

Tryna see the next day, nigga, go all out

Obstacles in your way, you better go all out

 

[E.D.I.:]

Fool, you better go all out

Keep goin’ all out

All my niggas goin’ all out

Without a muthafuckin’ doubt

Aye, you niggas just gon’ think you gon’ be uh

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