Artist: Mobb Deep f/ Jadakiss, Jay-Z, Nas Album: Win or Lose (Remix) 12" Song: Win or Lose (Remix) Typed by: kendk6769@uwc.edu * * send corrections to the typist [Havoc] 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 [Nas] My stripes show like regimines, military intelligence Murder game, I leave no evidence, credentials Go ask my preschool, even talk to my old principal He tell you how I used to pack a number two pencil [Prodigy] It's like ah 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 Fuck lookin cute save that for the broads [Jay-Z] 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 [Havoc] It's the H-A-V-O, 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 sluttin lady CO's [Prodigy] We be the only niggaz you know that fuck 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 2X] 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] [Havoc] Ya'll 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 'em Never get cool with you niggaz I end up clappin 'em [Jadakiss] Ey yo my attitude 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 [Prodigy] Federal note fettish, you fuck with my niggaz Franklin and Grant Get yo ass blammed with the quickness Ya niggaz is finished, you overdosin the world with that cute shit It's time for this realness [Jay-Z] 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! [Jadakiss] So take heat, that not only can I flow I can aim Cause y'all misdemeanin niggaz 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 [Havoc] 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 [Nas] Tables turned now, got my own label I earned Like that nigga said in Dead Presidents, "Money to burn" Queensbridge paid homage respect Nas is a vadic, knowledge to rap Plotters with gats, niggaz is dissin that [Jay-Z] 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, fuck 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 [Prodigy] 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 bitch in the A hole, uh oh [Chorus- til end]