I'm Going Out-Mobb Deep/Lil' Cease

Going out ni**a 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 f**k it (I'm going out) Like I ain't got nothing to live Like as if u had guns to my kids f**k it (Going all out) Yo you know the type that style and sh*t that rise my dick Pop me a ni**a quicker than police Leave more wounds than a whole room full of chicks You running while I'm gunning 'cause you a b**ch 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 realest 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 Up you f**ked 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 f**k it (I'm going out) Like I ain't got nothing to live Like as if u had guns at my kids f**k 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 ni**a that he never have nothing F**k 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 ni**a you just smacked His moms in the cut plotting patient and calm Putting on everything that I love and stand for Getting bend up in the pub 'til five in the morn Going out like a ni**a with six days to live And like a single parents raising a kid now that's a big Going out like a ni**a with sh*t touching his rib You got more than necessary done, a ni**a went dead Going out for my niggas see this gat in my hand You better back the f**k 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 f**k it (I'm going out) Like I ain't got nothing to live Like as if you had guns to my kids f**k 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, f**k a b**ch just to getsel Rap style smoother than CL, in the K on the DL Line for line you can detail, choked more niggas than Spreewell Rap style pelo, 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 blow the crowd like techno music ni**a When it come to murder you know we do it for the chorus F**k lying on the Lord ain't worth dying for I rather die f**king 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 ni**a 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 f**k it (I'm going out) Like I ain't got nothing to live Like as if you had guns to my kids f**k 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