I’m Going Out lyrics

[Hook 1: Prodigy]
Going out, n*gga
(Biiiig) 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 n*ggas with the buckle – now f*ck it
(I'm going out) – like I ain't got nothing to live
Like as if you had guns to my kids – f*ck it
(Going all out)

[Verse 1: Prodigy]
Yo, you know the type that style and sh*t, that rides my di*k
Pop me a n*gga quicker than police
Leave more wombs than a whole room full of chicks
You running, while I'm gunning, 'cause you a b*tch
I heard n*ggas talking like they going to dead mines
I got enough guns, we can make the headlines
I'm from a place where the realeast n*ggas get murdered
And the illest n*ggas 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 Mobb, with n*ggas with heat
We liable to squeeze 'fore we think
Breathe 'fore it's too late
Uph, you f*cked up and got laid to sleep
[Hook 2: Prodigy, (Havoc)]
(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 n*ggas with the buckle – now f*ck it
(I'm going out) – like I ain't got nothing to live
Like as if you had guns at my kids–f*ck it
(Going all out) – for the big checks and large faces, mansions
And my dunns would do the same for me

[Verse 2: Havoc]
I'm going out–like a n*gga that ain't never have nothing
f*ck it, I ain't frontin'
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 n*gga you just smacked
His moms in the cut, plotting–patient and calm
Putting on everything that I love and stand for
Getting bent up in the pub 'till five in the morn
Going out–like a n*gga with six days to live
And like a single parent raising a kid–now that's a bid
Going out–like a n*gga with sh*t touching his rib
You got more than nesessary, dunn, a n*gga went dead
Going out–for my n*ggas, see this gat in my hand?
You better back the f*ck up–what part didn't you understand?
Have a nine aimed straight at your thyroid glands
Must've not been really your men, them n*ggas that ran (I'm going out)
[Hook 2: Prodigy, (Havoc)]
(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 n*ggas with the buckle – now f*ck it
(I'm going out) – like I ain't got nothing to live
Like as if you had guns at my kids–f*ck it
(Going all out) – for the big checks and large faces, mansions
And my dunns would do the same for me

[Verse 3: Lil' Cease]
We do it well, clip n*ggas like nails
Catch cases, skip bail
I lie before I'd tidd-ell, die in a cidd-ell
Pop guns with the shidd-ell, f*ck a b*tch 'til she yizz-ell
Rap style Smoother than C.L., in the K on the DL
Line for line, you can detail – choked more n*ggas than Sprewell
Rap style P.L.O., watch me blow, like tornadoes
Clear the block out with just an echo
Trust me, n*ggas don't wanna me see let go
n*ggas don't want to see the TEC blow
Watch me move the crowd like techno music, n*gga
When it come to murder, you know we do it for the cause
f*ck relyin' on the law –
Ain't worth dyin' for; I rather die f*cking raw
Or walkin' on a mine in the Cold War
My dogs got my shoulders
Fatigued up, machine guns – all my n*ggas' soldiers
With big grenades, throw them in your Rover
Send Prodigy to check the scene when it's over
n*ggas' animals, comin' back for leftovers (All out, n*gga)
[Hook 2: Prodigy, (Havoc)]
(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 n*ggas with the buckle – now f*ck it
(I'm going out) – like I ain't got nothing to live
Like as if you had guns at my kids–f*ck it
(Going all out) – for the big checks and large faces, mansions
And my dunns would do the same for me

[Outro: Havoc]
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I'm going out