I'm Going Out [album Version] Lyrics - Mobb Deep

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 you had guns to my kids fuck it 

(All going 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 

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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 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) 

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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 

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 necessary 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 thyroid 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 mansions 

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 tornado's, 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 scene 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 mansions 

And my duns would do the same for me 

(I'm going out) 

I'm going out 

I'm going out 

I'm going out