What A Way To Go Out Lyrics by Souls Of Mischief

What A Way To Go Out Lyrics

    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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