If you got bills to pay, nigga go all out
Like fiends frantic for that last vein, stuck in the game
If you got bills to pay, nigga go all out
Livin' proof, Pac breed niggaz, they can't deal wit
Murder my friends, build a new posse
Obstacles in ya way, you better go all out
Ain't nothin' but squealers, in this rap game, swearin' they rough
Try'na see the next day, nigga go all out
Ey, you niggaz just gon think that you gon be uhh
'Cause all these fag motherfuckers owe me
Ball, which means we all ride if it's on
Take them the war route, without a doubt
Never let you swallow me, no apologies, your honor
When I peel with this live spot
A general in war, I'm the first to bomb
We goin' all out, bomb first till they fall out
Bustas playin' with ya peeps, betta go all out
Holla back, right back, and watch ya mouth
Keep goin' all out
It's a shame how some niggaz on the west coast
Father, how the Hell did I survive, these five shots?
I ride or die, but these other fag niggaz be bitin' this
Tattooed up, and now them niggaz swearin' they Pac
Do it, do it, do it
While I pluck holes in niggaz like donuts
We goin' all out, bomb first till they fall out
It's all from my heart when I was writin' this, all out
We was raised off drive-by's, brought up to bang
Back like a cobra, I stay drunk 'cause I'm a mad man
We goin' all out
We goin' all out, bomb first till they fall out
Come Hell or high water, down to slaughter opposers
Try'na see the next day, nigga go all out
Whenever sober, on a one man mission
Feel what I'm talkin' 'bout, 'cause this game is ill
Stop that, and watch ya back, we ain't forgot 'bout cha
Or get blood in it, what, we goin' all out, nigga
Niggaz playa hatin', got me crooked in all fifty states
Without a muthafuckin' doubt
Still after me, I'm in Jamacia sippin' daquiris, no doubt
Take them the war route, without a doubt
No love, keep a grudge, shootin' sluggs like Muammar Quadaffi
We control all cash from Atlantic Pacific
I'm screamin' death row, throw my Westside, ain't no thang
We takin' shots at paparazzi, go and fly now, nigga like Rocky
Obstacles in ya way, you better go all out
Was ridin' with Pac, but when he died, they went pop
Is it true what I'm sayin'? Slap your soft ass to the floor
Each nigga handle ya own, bring it on strong
So refuse bringin' war to the city
Bustas playin' with ya peeps, betta go all out
Ball, which means we all ride if it's on
It's a different grin'd, don't disrespect the Don
Bustas playin' with ya peeps, betta go all out
Each nigga handle ya own, bring it on strong
And still avoid capture, while y'all caught up in the rapture
And get this, I'm hard to kill
Late night, hear them screamin'
I'm on my land sled, walkin' through the belly of the beats
It's me, Kastro with the goattee, walkin' like a OG
Fool, you better go all out
Just westcoast what? To my real niggaz stuck in the street game
(That's right, fuck these fag niggaz)
While bitches wonderin' who shot me
We used to havin' nothin', then grabbin' somethin' and bustin'
We goin' all out, bomb first till they fall out
I came to a field, catchin' cases, litigation
I take the figure of dirty niggaz, who all got me
And still down to die for all my souljas
Speak up, or get treated like you comin' to kill us
I'm on the Jers to the fullest, like some west coast love
Take them the war route, without a doubt
Obstacles in ya way, you better go all out
In the worst way, drownin' in blood, outlawz my blood brothers
'Cause rappers like Jay Z be pumpin' Kool-Aid through they vein's
Wanted to be the thug nigga, that my old man wasn't
But they soft as they cushion, they softer than bitches
Try'na see the next day, nigga go all out
Feelin' like I'm all out, drunk as can be, it's plain' to see
Bustas playin' with ya peeps, betta go all out
All my niggaz goin' all out
I pray to the thug Lord, like that motherfuckers holy
I'd die for these thuggs, say hi to this slug
Try'na see the next day, nigga go all out
Ball, which means we all ride if it's on
Talkin' and slippin' on all of these motherfuckin' records
You got a lot of nerve to play me
Just another lost soul, stuck, callin' Jehovah
We goin' all out
But after Pac stopped rappin', it ain't no west coast thug
We claim mob, M O B if you be specific
(Buck buck buck buck buck buck)
If you got bills to pay, nigga go all out
Another gay rapper, bustin' caps to Jay Z
Take them the war route, without a doubt
Each nigga handle ya own, bring it on strong
And we ain't gon say shit, now it's 1999
I live it, forbidden fruit, shoot, 'till they feel it
These glocks hot, and when shot, it'll bring the bitch up out cha
Each nigga handle ya own, bring it on strong
(Aite)
Obstacles in ya way, you better go all out
Outlaw 'til it's over, brand as my strap
That we mobb niggaz hidin' in bushes claimin' that they ride rough
We goin' all out
Watch ya motherfuckin' mouth niggaz
I hit the scene like sandstorms, then transform, watch me
With each breath, death before dishonor
And watch my fo-fo put peek holes through your door
Live it up, of give it up, and my demons
Ball, which means we all ride if it's on
Now, we all ride and down to die, who wit us?
With a squad of trusted killers, quick to move shit heavily armed
Frontline soulja, till the Heavens call me
Like hillbillies, they don't fear me
If you got bills to pay, nigga go all out
My ambition to hold up the rap game
I'm similar to Saddam, sometimes I question Hussein
I go all out, and if you real, you real
