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Mobb Deep » I'm Going Out
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	Going out nigga Big guns and sharp knifes Revolvers 'cause automatics jam at the wrong time(I'm going out) Like fights with the brass knuckles Swinging belts catching niggas with the buckle now fuck it(I'm going out) Like i ain't got nothing to live Like as if u had guns to my kids fuck it (going all out) Yo you know the type that style and shit that rise my dick Pop me a nigga quicker than police Leave more wounds than a whole room full of chicks You running while i'm gunning 'cause you a bitch I heard niggas talking like they goinng to dead mines I got enough guns we can make the headlines I'm from a place where the realeast niggas get murdered And the illest niggas try to avoid it But can't call it It's a cold world bundle up Keep your heat on at all times And never freeze up And your eyes blink you could catch a hole in your tank Have you leaking all over the place Watch how you speak And watch how you move through the streets I got a mob with niggas with heat We live but ah squeeze 'fore we think Breath 'fore is too late Uph you fucked up and got laid to sleep I'm going out With big guns and sharp knifes Revolvers 'cause automatics jam at the wrong time(I'm going out) Like fights with the brass knuckles Swinging belts catching niggas with the buckle now fuck it(I'm going out) Like i ain't got nothing to live Like as if u had guns at my kids fuck it (going all out) For the big checks and large faces mantions And my duns would do the same for me I'm going out like a nigga that he never have nothing Fuck it I ain't frontive If i want to know i got to go out like a navy seal Label me ill You sling thrills Meet you on top of the hills Screaming dollar bill Going out like a nigga you just smacked His moms in the cut plotting patient and calm Putting on everything that i love and stand for Getting ben up in the pub 'till five in the morn Going out like a nigga with six days to live And like a single parents raising a kid now that's a big Going out like a nigga with shit touching his rib You got more than nesessary dun a nigga went dead Going out for my niggas see this gat in my hand You better back the fuck up what part didn't you understand Head nah aim straight at your thighro glands Must've not been really your men those niggas that ran (I'm going out) With Big guns and sharp knifes Revolvers 'cause automatic jam at the wrong time(I'm going out) Like fights with the brass knuckles Swinging belts catching niggas with the buckle now fuck it(I'm going out) Like i ain't got nothing to live Like as if you had guns to my kids fuck it (going all out) For the big checks and large faces mantions And my duns would do the same for me We do it well click niggas like nails Catch cases skip bells I lie 'fore I chitel Die in the sitel Pop gun with the shitel Fuck a bitch just to getsel Rap style smoother than cl In the k on the dl Line for line you can detail Choked more niggas than Sprewell Rap style pelo Watch me blow like tornados Clear the block out with just an echo Trust me niggas don't want me see let go Niggas don't want to see the tech blow Watch me blow the crowd like techno music nigga When it come to murder you know we do it for the chorus Fuck lying on the lord ain't worth dying for I rather die fucking raw Or walking on a mine in the cold war My dogs got my shoulders with t up machine guns All my niggas soldiers With big grenades throw them in your rober Send prodigy to check the scence when it's over Niggas animals coming back for leftovers (all out nigga) I'm going out With Big guns and sharp knifes Revolvers 'cause automatics jam at the wrong time(I'm going out) Like fights with the brass knuckles Swinging belts catching niggas with the buckle now fuck it(I'm going out) Like i ain't got nothing to live Like as if you had guns to my kids fuck it (going all out) For the big checks and large faces mantions And my duns would do the same for me I'm going out I'm going out I'm going out
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