Souls Of Mischief

Souls Of Mischief - What A Way To Go Out lyrics

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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
 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)

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Author: Alex Brown, Damani Thompson, Damian Siguenza, Monk Higgins

Composer: ?

Publisher: Zomba Recording Corporation


Released in: 1993

Language: English

Appearing on: '93 'til Infinity (1993)

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