All Out (OG) (исполнитель: 2Pac)
[bad word] them niggaz dissin me?) [bad word] out to play... Hey yo assasin...gimme one of them tracks I can just ride on [bad word] with... mobb deep... niggaz talkin bout we can't rap? Niggaz must nota' never heard no [bad word] track offa death row [bad word] .. DEATH ROW...WESTSIDE... Let's get it on...daylight or [bad word] nightbreak... MOB... Go into these niggaz...to the [bad word] death... [bad word] [bad word] or high water Down to slaughter opposes Just another lost soul stuck callin Jehova Outlaw til it's over Brandish my strap.. black like a cobra I stay [bad word] . cause I'm a MADMAN.. whenever sober On a one man mission My ambitions to hold up the rap game While I pluck holes in niggaz like donuts And still, down to die for all my souljas.. Like hillbillies, they don't feel me, so we FEUD.. bringin war to the city With each breath... death before dishonor Never let you swallow me, no apologies.. your honor general in war, I'm the first to bomb With a squad of [bad word] killers quick to move [bad word] . heavily armed I'm similar to Sadaam... sometimes I question "who's sane" Like fiends frantic for that last vein, stuck in the game! I hit the scene like sandstorm.. then transform.. WATCH ME! I take the figure of thirty niggas who all got me While [bad word] wonderin who shot me No love.. keep a [bad word] . shootin slugs like my Muammar Quadaffi Murder my friends, built a new posse We takin shots at paparazzi Gonna fly now.. [bad word] like Rocky You got a lotta nerve to play me Another [bad word] rapper.. Bustin caps at Jay-Z.. and still avoid capture While y'all caught up in the rapture Still after me I'm in Jamaica sippin' daqueries.. No doubt We used to havin nothin Then grabbin somethin and bustin Wanted to be the thug [bad word] . that my old man wasn't I came to a fear of catchin cases Litigation.. niggaz playahatin'.. got me crooked in all fifty states I'm screamin DEATH ROW.. throwin westside.. ain't no thing We was raised off drive-by's.. brought up to bang We claim mob.. MOB.. if you be specific We control.. ALL cash from the Atlantic, Pacific And get this.. I'm hard to kill While I build with this live spot Father.. how the [bad word] did I SURVIVE.. these five shots?! Live it up or give it up And like DEMONS.. late night.. hear 'em screamin.. WE GOIN ALL OUT!... US, THE FIRST TO BUST, WHO DO WE [bad word] OUT FOR MOBB DEEP AND JAY-Z, DEAD IN THE DUST, I TOLD YOU PUNKS THAT I WAS AFTER BIGGIE...YOU GOT INVOLVED, NOW WE BOUT TO BUST ON ALL Y'ALL... GOIN ALL OUT... [3х] Jay-Z....haha boy you at yo funeral...punk [bad word] WESTSIDE...OUTLAW...DEATHROW...MAKAVELI THA DON...OUTLAWZ THE CRIMINAL DESPERADO'S...WESTSIDE THUG LIVIN... DIE, DIE SLOW, (think my memory ain't bad you about the buisness...) DIE, DIE SLOW, (BANG, you dead) DIE, DIE SLOW, (haha mobb deep, you lil young [bad word] juvenile delinquent...) DIE, DIE SLOW, (BANG BANG, you dead) DIE, DIE SLOW, (biggie...BANG, you dead) DIE, DIE SLOW, (puffy...BANG, you dead) DIE, DIE, DIE SLOW, (you robbed the game, no need to explain, get outta here) DIE, DIE, DIE SLOW, DIE, DIE, DIE SLOW, mmh, DIE, DIE SLOW, MY LABEL, THE NOTORIOUS, UNTOUCHABLE, DEATH ROW...