Tonalidad: B minor
Verse 1
Dm
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)
Verse 2
Dm
Like I ain't got nothing to live Like
as if you had guns to my
Bb
Dm
kids fuck it
Verse 3
(All going out)
Yo you know the type that style
and shit that rise my dick
Bb
Pop me a nigga quicker than police
Dm
Leave more wounds than a whole
room full of chicks
You running while I'm gunning
'cause you a bitch
Verse 4
Dm
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
Bb
niggas get murdered
Dm
And the illest niggas try
to avoid it but can't call it
Bb
It's a cold world bundle up, keep
Verse 5
Dm
Bb
your heat on at all times
And never freeze up and
Dm
your eyes blink
You could catch a hole in your tank
Have you leaking all over the place
watch how you speak
Bb
And watch how you move through the streets
Verse 6
Dm
I
got a mob with niggas with heat
Bb
Dm
We live but ah squeeze 'fore we think,
breath 'fore is too late
Up you fucked up and got
laid to sleep
Verse 7
Dm
I'm going out with big guns
and sharp knifes
Revolvers 'cause automatics jam
at the wrong time
(I'm going out)
Bb
Like fights with the brass knuckles,
Dm
swinging belts
Catching niggas with the buckle
now fuck it
(I'm going out)
Bb
Like I ain't got nothing to live Like
Verse 8
Bb
Dm
as if you had guns at my
kids fuck it
(Going all out)
For the big checks and large
Bb
faces mansions
Dm
And my duns would do the same for me
Verse 9
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
Bb
Going out like a nigga, you just smacked His
Verse 10
Dm
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
Verse 11
Dm
Going out like a nigga
with six days to live
Bb
And like a single parents raising
a kid now that's a big
Dm
Bb
Going out like a nigga with shit
touching his rib
Dm
You got more than necessary
dun a nigga went dead
Verse 12
Dm
Bb
Going out for my niggas
see this gat in my hand
Dm
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
Verse 13
Dm
I'm going out with big
Bb
guns and sharp knifes
Dm
Re volvers 'cause automatic jam
at the wrong time
(I'm going out)
Bb
Like fights with the brass knuckles,
Dm
swinging belts
Catching niggas with the buckle
now fuck it
(I'm going out)
Bb
Like I ain't got nothing to live Like
Verse 14
Bb
Dm
as if you had guns to my
kids fuck it
(Going all out)
For the big checks and large
Bb
faces mansions
Dm
And my duns would do the same for me
Verse 15
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
Bb
In the K on the DL, line for line
Dm
you can detail
Verse 16
Dm
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
Bb
the tech blow
Dm
Watch me blow
Verse 17
the crowd like
Bb
techno mu sic, nigga
Dm
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
Verse 18
Dm
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)
Verse 19
Dm
I'm going out with big
Bb
guns and sharp knifes
Dm
Re volvers 'cause automatics jam
at the wrong time
(I'm going out)
Bb
Like fights with the brass knuckles,
Dm
swinging belts
Catching niggas with the buckle
now fuck it
(I'm going out)
Bb
Like I ain't got nothing to live Like
Verse 20
Bb
Dm
as if you had guns to my
kids fuck it
(Going all out)
For the big checks and large
Bb
Dm
faces mansions
And my duns would do
the same for me
(I'm going out)
Verse 21
Dm
I'm going out
I'm going out
Dm
I'm going out
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