[Chorus 1: Prodigy]

Going out, nigga

(Biiiig) 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) – like I ain't got nothing to live

Like as if you had guns to my kids – fuck it

(Going all out)

[Verse 1: Prodigy]

Yo, you know the type that style and shit, that rides my dick

Pop me a nigga quicker than police

Leave more wombs than a whole room full of chicks

You running, while I'm gunning, 'cause you a bitch

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 realeast niggas get murdered

And the illest niggas try to avoid it, but can't call it

It's a cold world – bundle up

Keep your heat on at all times, and never freeze up

And your eyes blink, you could catch a hole in your tank

Have you leaking all over the place – watch how you speak

And watch how you move through the streets

I got a Mobb, with niggas with heat

We liable to squeeze 'fore we think

Breathe 'fore it's too late

Uph, you fucked up and got laid to sleep

[Chorus 2: Prodigy, (Havoc)]

(I'm going out) – with 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) – like I ain't got nothing to live

Like as if you had guns at my kids–fuck it

(Going all out) – for the big checks and large faces, mansions

And my dunns would do the same for me

[Verse 2: Havoc]

I'm going out–like a nigga that ain't never have nothing

Fuck it, I ain't frontin'

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"

Going out–like a nigga you just smacked

His moms in the cut, plotting–patient and calm

Putting on everything that I love and stand for

Getting bent up in the pub 'till five in the morn

Going out–like a nigga with six days to live

And like a single parent raising a kid–now that's a bid

Going out–like a nigga with shit touching his rib

You got more than nesessary, dunn, a nigga went dead

Going out–for my niggas, see this gat in my hand?

You better back the fuck up–what part didn't you understand?

Have a nine aimed straight at your thyroid glands

Must've not been really your men, them niggas that ran (I'm going out)

[Chorus 2: Prodigy, (Havoc)]

(I'm going out) – with 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) – like I ain't got nothing to live

Like as if you had guns at my kids–fuck it

(Going all out) – for the big checks and large faces, mansions

And my dunns would do the same for me

[Verse 3: Lil' Cease]

We do it well, clip niggas like nails

Catch cases, skip bail

I lie before I'd tidd-ell, die in a cidd-ell

Pop guns with the shidd-ell, fuck a bitch 'til she yizz-ell

Rap style Smoother than C.L., in the K on the DL

Line for line, you can detail – choked more niggas than Sprewell

Rap style P.L.O., watch me blow, like tornadoes

Clear the block out with just an echo

Trust me, niggas don't wanna me see let go

Niggas don't want to see the TEC blow

Watch me move the crowd like techno music, nigga

When it come to murder, you know we do it for the cause

Fuck relyin' on the law –

Ain't worth dyin' for; I rather die fucking raw

Or walkin' on a mine in the Cold War

My dogs got my shoulders

Fatigued up, machine guns – all my niggas' soldiers

With big grenades, throw them in your Rover

Send Prodigy to check the scene when it's over

Niggas' animals, comin' back for leftovers (All out, nigga)

[Chorus 2: Prodigy, (Havoc)]

(I'm going out) – with 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) – like I ain't got nothing to live

Like as if you had guns at my kids–fuck it

(Going all out) – for the big checks and large faces, mansions

And my dunns would do the same for me

[Outro: Havoc]

I'm going out

I'm going out

I'm going out