We goin` all out
(Aite)
We goin` all out
(Aite)
We goin` all out
Watch ya motherf**kin` mouth ni**az
(That`s right, f**k these f** ni**az)
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 ni**az 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 s**t 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 ni**az, 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, ni**a 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 ni**a, that my old man wasn`t
I came to a field, catchin` cases, litigation
Ni**az 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-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

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 ni**a handle ya own, bring it on strong

If you got bills to pay, ni**a go all out
Bustas playin` with ya peeps, betta go all out
Try`na see the next day, ni**a go all out
Obstacles in ya way, you better go all out

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 ni**az 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 ni**az 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 ni**az stuck in the street game
`Cause rappers like Jay Z be pumpin` Kool-Aid through they vein`s
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 f** ni**az be bitin` this
It`s all from my heart when I was writin` this, all out

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 ni**a handle ya own, bring it on strong

If you got bills to pay, ni**a go all out
Bustas playin` with ya peeps, betta go all out
Try`na see the next day, ni**a go all out
Obstacles in ya way, you better go all out

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 ni**az 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 f** motherf**kers owe me

I pray to the thug Lord, like that motherf**kers 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 ni**az, they can`t deal wit
Holla back, right back, and watch ya mouth
Or get blood in it, what, we goin` all out, ni**a

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 ni**a handle ya own, bring it on strong

If you got bills to pay, ni**a go all out
Bustas playin` with ya peeps, betta go all out
Try`na see the next day, ni**a go all out
Obstacles in ya way, you better go all out

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 ni**a handle ya own, bring it on strong

If you got bills to pay, ni**a go all out
Bustas playin` with ya peeps, betta go all out
Try`na see the next day, ni**a go all out
Obstacles in ya way, you better go all out

Fool, you better go all out
Keep goin` all out
All my ni**az goin` all out
Without a muthaf**kin` doubt

Ey, you ni**az just gon think that you gon be uhh
Talkin` and slippin` on all of these motherf**kin` records
And we ain`t gon say s**t, now it`s 1999
It`s a different grin`d, don`t disrespect the Don
It`s still war motherf**kers