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MOBB DEEP lyrics : "I'm Going Out"

Going out ^!$$%
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 ^!$$%s with the buckle now $#&@ it(I'm going out)
Like i ain't got nothing to live

Like as if u had guns to my kids $#&@ it (going all out)

Yo you know the type that style and %#@! that rise my dick

Pop me a ^!$$% quicker than police
Leave more wounds than a whole room full of chicks
You running while i'm gunning 'cause you a (*##$

I heard ^!$$%s talking like they goinng to dead mines
I got enough guns we can make the headlines
I'm from a place where the realeast ^!$$%s get murdered

And the illest ^!$$%s 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 ^!$$%s with heat
We live but ah squeeze 'fore we think
Breath 'fore is too late

Uph you $#&@ed 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 ^!$$%s with the buckle now $#&@ it(I'm going out)
Like i ain't got nothing to live
Like as if u had guns at my kids $#&@ 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 ^!$$% that he never have nothing
$#&@ 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 ^!$$% 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 ^!$$% with six days to live

And like a single parents raising a kid now that's a big
Going out like a ^!$$% with %#@! touching his rib
You got more than nesessary dun a ^!$$% went dead

Going out for my ^!$$%s see this gat in my hand
You better back the $#&@ up what part didn't you understand
Head nah aim straight at your thighro glands

Must've not been really your men those ^!$$%s 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 ^!$$%s with the buckle now $#&@ it(I'm going out)

Like i ain't got nothing to live
Like as if you had guns to my kids $#&@ 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 ^!$$%s like nails

Catch cases skip bells
I lie 'fore I chitel
Die in the sitel

Pop gun with the %#@!el
$#&@ a (*##$ just to getsel
Rap style smoother than cl

In the k on the dl
Line for line you can detail
Choked more ^!$$%s than Sprewell
Rap style pelo
Watch me blow like tornados

Clear the block out with just an echo
Trust me ^!$$%s don't want me see let go
^!$$%s don't want to see the tech blow
Watch me blow the crowd like techno music ^!$$%
When it come to murder you know we do it for the chorus

$#&@ lying on the lord ain't worth dying for
I rather die $#&@ing raw
Or walking on a mine in the cold war
My dogs got my shoulders with t up machine guns
All my ^!$$%s soldiers

With big grenades throw them in your rober
Send prodigy to check the scence when it's over
^!$$%s animals coming back for leftovers (all out ^!$$%)

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 ^!$$%s with the buckle now $#&@ it(I'm going out)
Like i ain't got nothing to live
Like as if you had guns to my kids $#&@ 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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