| Song | I'm Going Out (Album Version) |
| Artist | Mobb Deep |
| Album | Murda Muzik |
| 作词 : Johnson, Lloyd, Muchita | |
| 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 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) | |
| 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 bend up in the pub 'til 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 done, 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 D | |
| LLine for line you can detail, choked more niggas than | |
| SpreewellRap style pelo, watch me blow like | |
| TornadoesClear 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 |
| zuò cí : Johnson, Lloyd, Muchita | |
| 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 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 | |
| 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 bend up in the pub ' til 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 done, 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 D | |
| LLine for line you can detail, choked more niggas than | |
| SpreewellRap style pelo, watch me blow like | |
| TornadoesClear 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 | |
| TUp 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 |