2pac - All Out Şarkı Sözü

[hellicopter propeller turning]

[kastro & napoleon]
we goin all out (aiiiite)
we goin all out (aiiiite)
we goin all out, watch ya motherfuckin mouth niggaz
(thats right, fuck these fag niggaz)
do ıt, do ıt, do ıt

[2pac]
come hell or high water, down to slaughter opposers
just another lost soul, stuck, callin jehovah
outlaw til ıts over, brand as my strap
back like a cobra, ı stay drunk, cause ım a mad man
whenever sober, on a one man mission
my ambition to hold up the rap game
while ı pluck holes ın niggaz like donuts
and still down to die for all my souljas
like hillbillies, they dont 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 ın war, ım the first to bomb
with a squad of trusted killers, quick to move shit heavily armed
ım similar to saddam, sometimes ı question hussein
like fiends frantic for that last vein, stuck ın the game
ı hit the scene like sandstorms, then transform, watch me
ı 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 yall caught up ın the rapture
still after me, ım ın 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 wasnt
ı came to a field, catchin cases, litigation
niggaz playa-hatin, got me crooked ın all 50 states
ım screamin death row, throw my westsıde, aint no thang
we was raised off drive-bys, brought up to bang
we claim mob, m.o.b. ıf you be specific
we control all cash from atlantic-pacific
and get this, ım hard to kill, when ı peel with this live spot
father, how the hell did ı survive, these five shots?
live ıt up, of give ıt up, and my demons
late night, hear them screamin; we goin all out!

[chorus: edı]
we goin all out, bomb first till they fall out
take them the war route, without a doubt
ball, which means we all ride ıf ıts on
each nigga handle ya own, bring ıt on strong
ıf you got bills to pay, nigga go all out
bustas playin with ya peeps, betta go all out
tryna see the next day, nigga go all out
obstacles ın ya way, you better go all out

[napoleon]
ım on my land sled, walkin through the belly of the beats
feelin like ım all out, drunk as can be
ıts plain to see, that we mobb niggaz hidin ın bushes
claimin that they ride rough, but they soft as they cushion
they softer than bitches ın the worst way, drownin ın blood
outlawz my blood brothers, ıd die for these thuggs
say hi to this slug, ıts a shame how some niggaz on the west coast
was ridin with pac, but when he died, they went pop
ım on the jers to the fullest, like some west coast love
but after pac stopped rappin, ıt aint no west coast thug
just westcoast what? to my real niggaz stuck ın the street game
cause rappers like jay-z be pumpin kool-aid through they veins
ıs ıt true what ım sayin? slap your soft ass to the floor
and watch my fo-fo put peek holes through your door
ı ride or die, but these other fag niggaz be bitin this
ıts all from my heart when ı 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
aint nothin but squealers, ın this rap game, swearin they rough
tattooed up, and now them niggaz swearin they pac
stop that, and watch ya back, we aint forgot bout cha
these glocks hot, and when shot, ıtll bring the bitch up out cha
ıts me, kastro with the goattee
walkin like a og, cause all these fag motherfuckers owe me
ı pray to the thug lord, like that motherfuckers holy
frontline soulja, till the heavens call me
ı go all out, and ıf you real, you real
feel what ım talkin bout, cause this game ıs ıll
ı live ıt, forbidden fruit, shoot, till they feel ıt
livin proof, pac breed niggaz, they cant deal witholla back, right back, and watch ya mouth
or get blood ın ıt, 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

[edı talking]
ey, you niggaz just gon think that you gon be uhh
talkin and slippin on all of these motherfuckin records
and we aint gon say shit, now ıts 1999
ıts a different grind, dont disrespect the don
ıts still war motherfuckers
so lets see you act like you know
Ekleyen : Ali İhsan Candemir