2Pac, Outlawz - All Out/Die Slow (Original Version) lyrics

Jay Z, come out to play hey yo Assassin
Gimme one of them tracks I
Can just ride on motherfuckers with
Mobb deep niggas talkin' bout we can't rap?
Niggas must not never
Heard no motherfuckin' track off
A Death Row niggas death Row, WESTSIDE
Let's get it on
Daylight or fuckin' nightbreak mOB
Go into these niggas
To the motherfuckin' death

Come hell or high water
Down to slaughter opposers
Just another lost soul, stuck
Callin' Jehovah
Outlaw 'til it's over, brandish my strap
Back like a cobra i stay drunk ‘cause I'm a
Mad man whenever sober on a one man mission
My ambition's to hold up the rap game
While I pluck holes in niggas like donuts
And still down to die for
All my soldiers like hillbillies
They don't fear me, so we feud
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 shit, heavily armed
I'm similar to Saddam
Sometimes I question who's sane
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 30 niggas who all got me
While bitches wonderin' who shot me
No love, keep a grudge
Shootin' slugs like Muammar Gaddafi
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 at Jay-Z and still avoid capture
While y'all caught up in the rapture
Still after me
I'm in Jamaica sippin' daquiris, no doubt
We used to havin' nothin' then
Grabbin' somethin' and bustin'
Wanted to be the thug nigga
That my old man wasn't
I can't tour, fear of catchin' cases
Litigation niggas player hatin'
Got me crooked in all 50 states
I'm screamin' "Death Row!"
Throw my Westside, ain't no thing
We was raised off driveby'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 hell 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!

Big money clutchin', bail, come murder man
Pulse rushin' gat tilted to the side
On the lean out the ride bustin'
Outlawz enforce the secrets of war
But won't abuse it
Burn and bury my burners with my
Dead bodies when I use it
Give a fuck about later
Shots warm through the equator
Death to you traitors
Shots bitin' through your bones like Al gator
Payin' my dues
Lookin' for miscellaneous infamous crews
Old ladies sing the blues
Leave them smokin' from they shoes

Now with my every wakin' moment
I'm on a quest to be better, yeah
Position myself to prosper stay
Prepared for whatever
But at times, I slip slightly
Shit I ain't afraid to admit it
To gone, off that Novocaine
Gettin' too hard to live it
And I'm just a smidgen past
My teenage years into adulthood
Now I ride with G's finally
Knowin' myself good and it felt good
When I was young but playtime's over
EDI here take this gun nigga it's over

I piss cold blood
Shit hot liquor out my liver
Smoke like a tail pipe
And write when I'm bitter
All my life I been considered a downright
Dirty nigga
From when daddy knocked mama' s twat popped
The last drop from the litter
Tell me give the world hell
But in hell I give 'em mo'
And I bail outta jail
Screamin' fuck the Po' Po'
When I run to take that enough
From a simple fuck
To multimillion dollar luck

Plus I think it's time to grab all pistols
Wave them shit's in the air
Celebrate Outlaw livin' nigga
I wouldn't be here to you death is losin'
And to me this shit's a family reunion
And to hell wit a peace
Treaty, never call it
Cause it wouldn't feed me
My wallet be as empty as
The day I got started
Twelve shots hit my block
And left my niggas departed
It's a shame that these
Snake vultures niggas coldhearted
In a dirty world where only God know
Yo death and can call it

We thugged out, low cut
Outlawz rush and royal flush
Bomb first kickin' dust out in Cali
But I ain't here too much
Make 'em pay state to state, NJ to CA
Them cowards felt the weight
And turned feminine like Michel'le
Niggas change they whole style
When the Outlawz comin'
A million miles and thuggin'
Young Nob' I keep 'em buzzin'
While the rapture
Capture this fuckin' style that I master
Bringin' terminal disaster
Hit you up when I pass nigga

Us, the first to bust, who do we trust?
Out for Mobb Deep and Jay-Z, dead in the dust
I told you punks that I was after Piggie
You got involved, now we 'bout
To bust on all y'all, goin' all out
Us, the first to bust, who do we trust?
Out for Mobb Deep And Jay-Z, dead in the dust
I told you punks that I was after Piggie
You got involved, now we 'bout
To bust on all y'all, goin' all out
Us, the first to bust, who do we trust?
Out for Mobb Deep And Jay-Z, dead in the dust
I told you punks that I was after Piggie
You got involved, now we 'bout to
Bust on all y'all, westside, goin' all out

Jay-Z (westside) , haha boy you at yo funeral, punk motherfucker
(Outlaw, Death Row
Makaveli Tha Don Outlawz the criminal)
(desperado's, westside thug livin')
Big dick-sucking lips
How you goin be Hawaiian Sophie one year
And be tough-ass mobs the next year?
(Die, die slow)
Nigga my memory ain't bad you
Up out the business (Die, die slow)
Bang, you dead (Die, die slow)
(haha Mobb Deep
You lil young ass 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 out 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!