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    Going out nigga
    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)

    Yo you know the type that style and shit that rise my dick
    Pop me a nigga quicker than police
    Leave more wounds than a whole room full of chicks
    You running while i'm gunning 'cause you a bitch
    I heard niggas talking like they goinng 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 live but ah squeeze 'fore we think
    Breath 'fore is too late
    Uph you fucked 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 fuck it(I'm going out)
    Like i ain't got nothing to live
    Like as if u had guns at my kids fuck 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 nigga that he never have nothing
    Fuck 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 nigga you just smacked
    His moms in the cut plotting patient and calm
    Putting on everything that i love and stand for
    Getting ben 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 big
    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
    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 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)
    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
    Fuck a bitch just to getsel
    Rap style smoother than cl
    In the k on the dl
    Line for line you can detail
    Choked more niggas than Sprewell
    Rap style pelo
    Watch me blow like tornados
    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 nigga
    When it come to murder you know we do it for the chorus
    Fuck lying on the lord ain't worth dying for
    I rather die fucking 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 nigga)

    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 to my kids fuck 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

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