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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, whatch ya mutha****** mouth ******z |
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(that's right, ****** these fag ******z) |
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Do it, do it, do it |
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[verse 1] 2pac |
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Come hell or high water, down to slaughter opposers |
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Just another lost soul, stuck, callin' jahovah |
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Outlaw 'till 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 ******z 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 appologies, 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 *******t heavily armed |
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I'm similar to saddan, sometimes i question hussein |
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Like feinds 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 figga of dirty ******z, who all got me |
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While ******es 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 papparazi, go and fly now, ****** 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 (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' daqueries |
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No doubt |
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We used to havin nothin, then grabbin' somethin' and bustin' |
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Wanted to be the thugg-******, that my old man wasn't |
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I came to a field, catchin' cases, litigation |
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******z playa-hatin', got me crooked in all 50 states |
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I'm screamin deathrow, 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 5 shots? |
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Live it up, of give it up, and my demonds |
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Late nite, hear them screamin' |
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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 ****** handle ya own, bring it on strong |
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If you got bills to pay, ****** 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, ****** go all out |
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Obstacles in ya way, you better go all out |
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[verse 2] 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 ******z hidin' in bushes |
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Claimin' that they ride rough, but they soft as they cu*******on |
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They softer than ******es 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 ******z on the westcoast |
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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 westcoast love |
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But after pac stopped rappin', it ain't no westcoast thug |
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Just westcoast what? to my real ******z 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'? |
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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 ******z 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] 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 ****** handle ya own, bring it on strong |
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If you got bills to pay, ****** 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, ****** go all out |
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Obstacles in ya way, you better go all out |
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[verse 3] 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 sqeallers, in this rap game, swearin' they rough |
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Tattooed up, and now them ******z swearin' they pac |
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Stop that, and whatch ya back, we ain't forgot 'bout cha |
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These glocks hot, and when shot, it'll bring the ****** 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 mutha******as owe me |
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I pray to the thug lord, like that mutha******as 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 ******z, 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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****** |
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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 ****** handle ya own, bring it on strong |
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If you got bills to pay, ****** 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, ****** go all out |
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Obstacles in ya way, you better go all out |
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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 ****** handle ya own, bring it on strong |
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If you got bills to pay, ****** 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, ****** go all out |
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Obstacles in ya way, you better go all out |
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Fool, you better go all out |
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Keep goin' all out |
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All my ******z goin' all out |
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Without a mutha******' doubt |
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[edi talking] |
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Ey, you ******z just gon think that you gon be uhh, talkin and slippin |
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On all of these mutha******' records, and we ain't gon say *******t, now it's 1999 |
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It's a different grind, don't disrespect the don |
