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going out [remix by hostile] - mobb deep 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 u 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 rise my d*ck
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 mob with n*ggas with heat
we liable to squeeze ‘fore we think
breath ‘fore is 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 duns 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 parents 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 dun 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]

[verse 3: lil’ cease]
we do it well, clip n*ggas like nails
catch cases, skip bail
i lie before i ti*dell, die in a ci*del
pop guns with the shi*dell, f*ck a b*tch ’til she yi*zell
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 want me see let go
n*ggas don’t want to see the tech 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]
[outro: havoc]
i’m going out
i’m going out
i’m going out

- mobb deep lyrics

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