Going Out [Remix by Hostile]

[Hook 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 u had guns to my kids fuck it (going all out)

[Verse 1: Prodigy]

Yo you know the type that style and shit that rise 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 mob with niggas with heat

We liable to squeeze 'fore we think

Breath 'fore is too late

Uph you fucked 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 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 duns 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 parents raising a kid now that's a bid

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

Have a nine aimed straight at your thyroid glands

Must've not been really your men them niggas that ran (I'm going out)

[Hook 2]

[Verse 3: Lil' Cease]

We do it well, clip niggas like nails

Catch cases, skip bail

I lie before I ti-dell, die in a ci-del

Pop guns with the shi-dell, fuck a bitch 'til she yi-zell

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 want me see let go

Niggas don't want to see the tech 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)

[Hook 2]

[Outro: Havoc]

I'm going out

I'm going out

I'm going out