Win Some Lose Some lyrics

[Hook]
And you win some, lose some
They run the gamut from hilarious to gruesome
In my life I done caught some and threw some
And I done been in some sh*t
But this is one that I will never forget
And you win some, lose some
They run the gamut from hilarious to gruesome
In my life I done caught some and threw some
And I done been in some sh*t
But this is one that I will never forget

[Verse 1]
Testosterone theater, hallway confrontation spectacle
Time to see who got the testicles
I'm not the type to holler, "What you wanna do then?"
Hands parallel to my shoulders, I keep it movin'
There's one thing I hate it's for another man to take control
Of a situation, you don't want me to play the role
I'm in my element on Front Street, I love the spot light
Bringin' an audience to diss me is just not right
I told him, "Listen stupid, I know what you're here to do
But we're not gonna do it
This is a movement that I'm part of and
You're lucky I'm a righteous black man"
And you thought I had issues now, really had 'em back then
I turned my back with the anti-climatic spitefulness
That's the worst type of diss
And I stepped off, adolescent, passive aggressive
Jesus Christ superstar to send the world a message
And there stood little man soft di*k in hand
Wonderin' "What the f*ck just happened?" Mad enough to kill a man
I turn the corner like as long as he ain't pullin' a gun
I'd rather catch a ass-whuppin' than run
[Hook]
And you win some, lose some
They run the gamut from hilarious to gruesome
In my life I done caught some and threw some
And I done been in some sh*t
But this is one that I will never forget

[Verse 2]
I put 'em out there bad too, really they had to
I turned around, they runnin' right directly at me, they looked mad, too
A half a minute felt like a half an hour
When he got close enough I stuck him once for black power
All three bombed on me, started swingin' me around
Hollerin' "Get him down, get him down!"
I'm like f*ck that, y'all not gettin' me on the linoleum
So three white boys can start stompin' only one
They didn't hold back at all
They started bangin' my head against a steel locker like a freakin' racket ball
Grill was all busted, the locker was rusted
And when my face hit it it split my bicuspid
They spilled blood on my 'Boys N The Hood Increase the Peace' t-shirt
Now, isn't that symbolic?
I came to school a week later with a eye full of stitches
And I held my head high at them b*tches
They lookin' at me like, "Yeah y'all done f*cked me up
What you think that's a thing that's gonna shut me up?"
sh*t, nope, still swaggerin', still battle-rappin'
And still not givin' em the satisfaction of bein' mad at 'em
[Hook]
And you win some, lose some
They run the gamut from hilarious to gruesome
In my life I done caught some and threw some
And I done been in some sh*t
But this is one that I will never forget