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lirik lagu win or lose (remix) – mobb deep

(feat. jadakiss, jay-z, nas)

it’s real, yeah, right, oh, uh, it’s right, oh yeah, whoo
feel it baby, yes

another day another dolla, it’s about gettin money
then you can gimme 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 hit my palm

my stripes show like regimines, military intelligence
murder game, i leave no evidence, credentials
go ask my preschool, even talk to my old princ-p-l
he tell you how i used to pack a number two pencil

it’s like ah sh-t it’s on, time to go shoppin
for cars not fashion, my whips be the bomb
my clothes, be the same sh-t that we had on
f-ck lookin cute save that for the broads

ya brought to the game, all the scores the adrenaline rush
your blug-boys not knowin cops could rush
and you in a drop, you so easy to touch
no two days are alike, except the first and fifteenth pretty much

it’s the havo, c dump and reload
knock knock answer that i’m blastin through the peep hole
body charge, pay lawyers so we get those
get locked then i’m sl-ttin lady co’s

we be the only n-gg-z you know that f-ck they po’s
they push our files to the top, you still on peroll
we got, money to roll, no time for pennetentiaries
too much dollars to fold, it’s bulgin out our jeans

[chorus x2]
here i go again, whether i win or lose
but losin ain’t a option girl
my destination is top of the world [top of the world]

ya’ll like b-tches, the chit chatterin
stay not likin a n-gg-, but givin dap to him
hav don’t change for no chick, and they adapt to ’em
never get cool with you n-gg-z i end up clappin ’em

ey yo my att-tude is subject to change
i mess around and spit twelve with the drivers side doin ya range
six hit you, the other six up in ya dame
mafia style, leave you with your watch and your change

federal note fettish, you f-ck with my n-gg-z franklin and grant
get yo -ss blammed with the quickness
ya n-gg-z is finished, you overdosin the world with that cute sh-t
it’s time for this realness

and trust, is a word you seldom hear from us
hustlers, we don’t sleep, we rest one eye up
and the droppin to find a man, when the well dries up
you learn to work the water, without work, you thirst ‘fore you die yup!

so take heat, that not only can i flow i can aim
cause y’all misdemeanin n-gg-z can’t stand the rain
better believe that, whenever i see ya’ll, i’mma test ya
only cause i know the fact that you respect pressure

and here i go again, lettin the mack blow
slugs bubble up in ya stomach like lactose
i’mma date shorty put it up in her backbone
for real, put it on it like a check, though my rap don’t

tables turned now, got my own label i earned
like that n-gg- said in dead presidents, “money to burn”
queensbridge paid homage respect
nas is a vadic, knowledge to rap
plotters with gats, n-gg-z is dissin that

now all the teachers couldn’t reach me
and my mamma couldn’t beat me hard enough
to match the pain of my pop not seein me, so
with that stain in my membrane
got on my pimp game, f-ck the world, my defense came
then that ‘halin introduced me to the game
spanish jose introduced me to cam’
i’m a hustler now, my gear is in and i’m in the in-crowd
and all the way be light scream girls be lovin me now

we out-live labels, and distributors
we run laps around e’rybody artist on ya pay-roll
to hop up in the range rove
jet black with the black rims killin yo b-tch in the a hole, uh oh

[chorus: til end]

- kumpulan lirik lagu mobb deep