AWA

What a Way to Go Out

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  • 1993.02.13
  • 3:59
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I wanna join a gang They'll have my back with gats We'll walk in packs and stack g's But yo, I lack these qualities I gotta kill a fool, steal his wallet, key, and ID But I need encouragement Initiation ain't enough for me to snuff an innocent fool Yo I got school on Monday So one way, or another I'ma fell bad I need to gain acceptance cuz my reps' been in the trash can I'm blasting, asking can I join, cuz the big night's here I got a slight fear I might hear gunshots in my direction Cuz the slums got a ton of niggas flexing I started stepping and there stood this young girl Loaded my hollow tips and followed the dip Pulled my shotty on the hotty and I blasted the bitch Wish I woulda known it was my little sis Niggas wanna step, let 'em, I'm gonna get 'em Pull the trigger finger then I wet 'em I learned that from my pops, now I wanna pop cops and shit Slang hots and rocks to hit Get mine the only way possible I gots to pull some starts, but niggas starts some bull Cool, can I kill him? of course I can I know I can, because I call myself the man I'm out cruising the block that I own smoking a Swisher When all the rocks are gone, I will be richer Fiends keep me paid, each day is mine to lounge in To broke niggas how's that sounding? Niggas wish they had my ends- even my friends They look with envy as I step out of my Benz Here I am, then they sprayed me Hey, G, I never thought nobody'd fade me- yo I went out (Chorus:) "What a way to go out, out like a sucka" My man, peep it, I used to keep this New shank inside my bomber for drama On the ave, my boy checked me Let me know he didn't see me as a v-e-t Nigga, I said see that bitch at the ready-teller getting cash? Bet that ass I'ma kill her Gotta let these niggas know I ain't no sucka Pulled out the shank, grabbed the bank, then I stuck her What the- why did I fade her? I shoulda saved it, put it in my pocket for later But hey, the crew knows I'm true, though- that counts Plus I got back when I'm out chillin I get top b-illin Until with my li'l friends the cops caught me God-damn, the sentance they gave me I'm in the pen with no clout But yo, I didn't go out Holy mackerel, that girl got the fat booty Like Pam Greer, these niggas is square So I stepped near with no fear I drive a Lexus, she got the Nexxus flowing hair To make a nigga wanna stare Kicked the Cassanova then I drove her to the castle Got the freak undressed with no hassle The butt was firm, made the funky worm stiffen Reached for my condom, damn, a fat rip in The packaging, the lubrication was all dried up Hope that the rubber don't ride up Posted in the wallet for eons, the neon green was faded Broke on the first stroke, I shoulda waited A year later, caught the flu from Sonya Shot through the clinic, they said it was pneumonia Caused by HIV breaking down the immune system. . . CASUAL: (That was my motherphuckin man, damn I miss him) (CHORUS)

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