Heroveli TV's video: 2Pac - All Out OG feat Outlawz Jay-Z Mobb Deep Notorious BIG Diss Best Quality Unreleased

Featuring: Yaki Kadafi, E.D.I. Mean, Kastro, Napoleon & Young Noble FUCK up, them niggaz dissin me? (Goat Mouth Motherfucker) jay-z…come out to play… Hey yo assassin…gimme one of them tracks I can just ride on motherfuckers with… mobb deep… Niggaz talkin bout we can’t rap? Niggaz must not of never heard no motherfuckin track off a death row nigga… DEATH ROW…WESTSIDE… Let’s get it on…daylight or fuckin nightbreak… M.O.B… Go into these niggaz…to the motherfuckin death… [2PAC] 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 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 fear me So we feud bringin war to the city With each breath, death before dishonour Never let you swallow me, no apologies, your honour 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 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 thirty niggaz, who all got me While bitches wonderin who shot me No love, keep a grudge, shootin slugs 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 at Jay-Z And still avoid capture, while y’all caught up in the rapture Still after me, I’m in Jamacia sippin daiquiris, 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 came to a field, catchin cases, litigation Niggaz playa-hatin, got me crooked in all 50 states I’m screamin DEATH ROW, throwin 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, or give it up, and like demons Late night, hear them screamin; we goin all out! [Yaki Kadafi] Big money clutchin, bail, to murder’em, po’s rushin Cap tilted to the side, on the lean out the ride bustin’ Outlaws enforce the secrets of war, but won’t abuse it Burnt, bury my burners with my dead buddies when I use it Give a fuck about later.. shots warm through the equator Death to you traitors, shots bitin’ through your bones like alligator Payin my dues.. lookin for miscellaneous infamous crews Old ladies sing the blues.. leave them smokin from they shoes… [E.D.I. Mean] Now with my every wakin’ moment I’m on a quest to be better, yeah Position myself to prosper state, prepared for whatever But at times, I slip slightly, shit I ain’t afraid to admit it To gone, off that Novocaine, like in too hard to live it And I’m just a smidgeon 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 (ride like) it’s over… [Kastro] 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 multi-million dollar luck [Napoleon] Plus I think it’s time to grab all pistols.. wave them shits 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 reuinion 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 in my pocket, left my niggaz departed It’s a shame that these snake vultures niggaz coldhearted In a dirty world where only God know yo death and can call it… [Young Noble] We thugged out, low cut, Outlawz rush and royal flush Bomb first kickin dust.. out in Cali, but I ain’t in it so much make ’em pay state to state, N.J to C.A Them cowards felt the weight, and turned feminine like Michel’le Niggaz change they whole style when the outlawz comin A million miles and thuggin Young Noble..I keep ’em buzzin While the rapture.. capture this fuckin style that I master Bringin terminal disaster.. HIT YOU UP when I pass nigga… Eh yo, eh yo