Did It All B4 feat. Outlawz & Lloyd

歌詞

We goin all out (aiiiite) We goin all out (aiiiite) We goin all out, watch ya motherf***in mouth n****z (That's right, f*** these f** n****z) 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 n****z 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*** 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 n****z, who all got me While b****es 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, n**** 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-n****, that my old man wasn't I came to a field, catchin cases, litigation N****z playa-hatin, got me crooked in all 50 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 n**** handle ya own, bring it on strong If you got bills to pay, n**** go all out Bustas playin with ya peeps, betta go all out Try'na see the next day, n**** 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 n****z hidin' in bushes Claimin that they ride rough, but they soft as they cushion They softer than b****es 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 n****z 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 n****z stuck in the street game Cause rappers like Jay-Z be pumpin cool-Aid through they veins Is it true what I'm sayin? Slap your soft a** to the floor And watch my fo-fo put peek holes through your door I ride or die, but these other fag n****z 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 n**** handle ya own, bring it on strong If you got bills to pay, n**** go all out Bustas playin with ya peeps, betta go all out Try'na see the next day, n**** 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 n****z 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 b**** up out cha It's me, Kastro with the goattee Walkin' like a OG, cause all these fag motherf***ers owe me I pray to the thug lord, like that motherf***ers 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 n****z, they can't deal wit' Holla back, right back, and watch ya mouth Or get blood in it, WHAT, we goin' all out N**** 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 n**** handle ya own, bring it on strong If you got bills to pay, n**** go all out Bustas playin with ya peeps, betta go all out Try'na see the next day, n**** 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 n**** handle ya own, bring it on strong If you got bills to pay, n**** go all out Bustas playin with ya peeps, betta go all out Try'na see the next day, n**** go all out Obstacles in ya way, you better go all out Fool, you better go all out Keep goin' all out All my n****z goin' all out Without a muthaf***in' doubt Ey, you n****z just gon think that you gon be uhh Talkin and slippin on all of these motherf***in records And we ain't gon say s***, now it's 1999 It's a different grind, don't disrespect the Don It's still war motherf***ers So let's see you act like you know