I'm Going Out

[Chorus 1: Prodigy] Going out, nigga (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 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) [Verse 1: Prodigy] Yo, you know the type that style and shit, that rides my dick Pop me a nigga quicker than police Leave more wombs than a whole room full of chicks You running, while I'm gunning, 'cause you a bitch I heard niggas talking like they going 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 Mobb, with niggas with heat We liable to squeeze 'fore we think Breathe 'fore it's too late Uph, you fucked up and got laid to sleep [Chorus 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 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 at my kids–fuck 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 nigga that ain't never have nothing Fuck 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 nigga 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 nigga with six days to live And like a single parent raising a kid–now that's a bid Going out–like a nigga with shit touching his rib You got more than nesessary, dunn, 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? Have a nine aimed straight at your thyroid glands Must've not been really your men, them niggas that ran (I'm going out) [Chorus 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 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 at my kids–fuck 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 niggas like nails Catch cases, skip bail I lie before I'd tidd-ell, die in a cidd-ell Pop guns with the shidd-ell, fuck a bitch 'til she yizz-ell Rap style Smoother than C.L., in the K on the DL Line for line, you can detail – choked more niggas than Sprewell Rap style P.L.O., watch me blow, like tornadoes Clear the block out with just an echo Trust me, niggas don't wanna me see let go Niggas don't want to see the TEC blow Watch me move the crowd like techno music, nigga When it come to murder, you know we do it for the cause Fuck relyin' on the law – Ain't worth dyin' for; I rather die fucking raw Or walkin' on a mine in the Cold War My dogs got my shoulders Fatigued up, machine guns – all my niggas' soldiers With big grenades, throw them in your Rover Send Prodigy to check the scene when it's over Niggas' animals, comin' back for leftovers (All out, nigga) [Chorus 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 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 at my kids–fuck it (Going all out) – for the big checks and large faces, mansions And my dunns would do the same for me [Outro: Havoc] I'm going out I'm going out I'm going out