Mobb Deep Lyrics

Album: Amerikaz Nightmare

Win Or Lose Lyrics

"Here I go again, whether I, win or looooose" -> [Jean Plum]

 "... whether I, win or looooose"

 [variations of this sample repeat throughout the song]

 

 [Havoc]

 Another day another dollar it's about gettin money

 Then you can give me a holla, my nose runny

 I've been out in the cold, hustlin for so long

 my hands numb, but bet I feel that paper in my palm

 

 [Prodigy]

 It's like ahh shit it's on, time to go shoppin

 For cars not fashion, my whips be the bomb

 My clothes, be the same shit that we had on

 And fuck lookin cute, save that for the broad

 

 [Havoc]

 It's the H-A-V-O, C-dump-and-reload

 Knock knock, answer that, I'm blastin through the peephole

 Body charges, pay lawyers so we beat those

 But get locked and I'm sluttin lady C.O.'s

 

 [Prodigy]

 And we the only niggaz you know, that fuck they P.O.'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 bulgin out our jeans

 

 [Chorus]

 "Here I go again, whether I, win or looooose"

 [H] But losin ain't a option girl

 My destination is top of the world, top of the world

 "Here I go again, here I come, win or looooose"

 [H] But losin ain't a option girl

 My destination is top of the world, top of the world

 

 [Havoc]

 Y'all like bitches - the chit-chatterin

 Stay not likin a nigga but givin dap to him

 Hav' don't change for no chick, and they adapt to him

 Never get cool with you niggaz, I end up clappin 'em

 

 [Prodigy]

 Aiyyo - federal note fetish, you fuck with my niggaz

 Franklin and Grant, get yo' ass blammed with the quickness

 Y'all niggaz is finished

 You overdosin the world with that cute shit

 It's time for this realness

 

 [Havoc]

 And here I go again, lettin the mac blow

 Slugs bubble up in your stomach like lactose

 I'ma date shorty, put it up in her backbone

 For real, put it on her like {?} wrapped dome, f'real

 

 [Prodigy]

 Know what? We outlive labels, and distributors

 We run laps around e'ry artist on your payroll

 Then hop up in a Range Rov', jet black

 with the black rims, killin yo' bitch in her a-hole; uh-oh!

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [samples continue to fade]