Mobb Deep - Win or Lose lyrics
[Mobb Deep - Win or Lose lyrics]
"Here I go again, whether I, win or lose"
Another day, another dollar
It's 'bout getting money
Then you can give me a holla, my nose runny
I've been out in the cold
Hustling for so long my hands numb
But bet I feel that paper in my palm
It's like ahh, shit it's on
Time to go shopping
For cars not fashion, my whips be the bomb
My clothes, be the same shit that we had on
And fuck looking cute
Save that for the broad
It's the H-A-V-O-C, dump and reload
Knock-knock, answer that
I'm blasting through the peephole
Body charges, pay lawyers so we beat those
But get locked and I'm slutting lady CO's
And we the only niggas you know
That fuck they PO's
They push our files to the top
You still on parole we got, money to roll
No time for penitentiaries
Too much dollars to fold
It's bulging out our jeans
But losing ain't a option girl
My destination is top of the world
Top of the world
But losing ain't a option girl
My destination is top of the world
Top of the world
Y'all like bitches – the chit-chattering
Stay not liking a nigga but giving dap to him
Hav' don't change for no chick
And they adapt to him
Never get cool with you niggas
I end up clapping 'em
Federal note fetish, you fuck with my niggas
Franklin and Grant
Get your ass blammed with the quickness
Y'all niggas is finished
You overdosing the world
With that cute shit
It's time for this realness
And here I go again, letting the mac blow
Slugs bubble up in your stomach like lactose
I'mma date shorty, put it
Up in her backbone, for real
Put it on her like a track I rapped on
For real know what? We outlive labels
And distributors we run laps around every
Artist on your payroll
Then hop up in a Range Rov'
Jet black with the black rims
Killing your bitch in her a-hole, uh oh!
But losing ain't a option girl
My destination is top of the world
Top of the world
But losing ain't a option girl
My destination is top of the world
Top of the world
Another day, another dollar
It's 'bout getting money
Then you can give me a holla, my nose runny
I've been out in the cold
Hustling for so long my hands numb
But bet I feel that paper in my palm
It's like ahh, shit it's on
Time to go shopping
For cars not fashion, my whips be the bomb
My clothes, be the same shit that we had on
And fuck looking cute
Save that for the broad
It's the H-A-V-O-C, dump and reload
Knock-knock, answer that
I'm blasting through the peephole
Body charges, pay lawyers so we beat those
But get locked and I'm slutting lady CO's
And we the only niggas you know
That fuck they PO's
They push our files to the top
You still on parole we got, money to roll
No time for penitentiaries
Too much dollars to fold
It's bulging out our jeans
But losing ain't a option girl
My destination is top of the world
Top of the world
But losing ain't a option girl
My destination is top of the world
Top of the world
Y'all like bitches – the chit-chattering
Stay not liking a nigga but giving dap to him
Hav' don't change for no chick
And they adapt to him
Never get cool with you niggas
I end up clapping 'em
Federal note fetish, you fuck with my niggas
Franklin and Grant
Get your ass blammed with the quickness
Y'all niggas is finished
You overdosing the world
With that cute shit
It's time for this realness
And here I go again, letting the mac blow
Slugs bubble up in your stomach like lactose
I'mma date shorty, put it
Up in her backbone, for real
Put it on her like a track I rapped on
For real know what? We outlive labels
And distributors we run laps around every
Artist on your payroll
Then hop up in a Range Rov'
Jet black with the black rims
Killing your bitch in her a-hole, uh oh!
But losing ain't a option girl
My destination is top of the world
Top of the world
But losing ain't a option girl
My destination is top of the world
Top of the world