Lyrics What a Way to Go Out - Souls of Mischief
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)
1 93 'Til Infinity
2 Let 'Em Know
3 Live and Let Live
4 That's When Ya Lost
5 That’s When Ya Lost
6 A Name I Call Myself
7 Disseshowedo
8 What a Way to Go Out
9 Never No More
10 Limitations
11 Limitations
12 Anything Can Happen
13 Make Your Mind Up
14 Batting Practice
15 Tell Me Who Profits
16 Outro
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