Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Want Out, artist - Prodigy. Album song H.N.I.C Part 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.04.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Voxonic
Song language: English
I Want Out |
I was just tellin', «Have these youngin’s is over wildin'?» |
Two shootin’s in two days and none of it over dollars |
Have my mind zoned, somewhere in a different time zone |
Y’all can stand under building, I’m tryin' to buy homes |
But I ponder it gradually grab me back |
You can put me anywhere in the world and I’ll adapt |
(Look) |
I’m tired of flyin' to label reps |
Ike my niggas all ready to eat the table’s set |
I’m tired of corner standing, piffin' the same exit |
Keep it real, I want hills my ninja, change settings |
I want a backyard where pookie can play |
I don’t care if it cost my life nigga shoot me today |
Remember going to the store, momma told me to keep the change |
I wanna jump in something new, tell my momma to keep the range |
My man got shot I had to peddle him home |
He couldn’t take the pain and caught a heroin Jones |
This is it I want out |
This usually part of the movie where the pistol comes out |
Like I said I need change |
I need a whole lot of this money and little bit of fame |
It’s like a ghetto tell tales |
I’m tired of camouflagin' the corner let me get the next sale |
I’m really tryin' to prosper of a good good rap |
Before I leave out the hood, I take a good look back |
They say, what don’t kill you will kid, it’ll only make you stronger |
And the wrong mistake is a half dead ass doing the coroner |
Heavenly father I’m lookin' into the heavens |
My girl think I’m going crazy, this nigga going 7th |
These days you know the hammer under the pillow |
Got a mansion left from the ghetto I’m trapped in the middle |
So niggas laid flat like soda without the fizzle |
When it rained it poured be lucky it only drizzled |
Took my homie under my 'brella I took him in |
He bit me turned around and told me that’s how a snake wins |
The world we livin' in can’t trust a homie far as I can shoot a nigga |
Leave me the shit get lonely, homie |
Don’t speak my name if you don’t know me |
Most important you black the bitches dat shits is corny |
Out ya rabid ass mind tryin' to run up on me |
Don’t make have to shoot you with the 40 |
Yo, Thunn, I be right back, yeah, hold it down G’s |
While I’m gone get me songs all over the streets |
That’s what you call awareness, these niggas put they lil' albums out |
But nobody cares, it’s P time to shine |
Get dat shit the fuck outta here I satisfy the custi’s |
My history at retail is outstanding |
My CD got wings 'cause it flies off the shelves |
While I’m stuck in the bing for the next 80 days |
Fuck it I got years it can’t get no worse than it already is |
I spoke to my nigga, yayo, the other day |
He told me everybody bumpin' H.N.I.C., part 2 |
And on the youtube, I’m killin' 'em out there, crazy views |
I make a rapper run for his life and drop a gem |
This nigga threw his watch so we would stop chasin' him |
He lucky I was on trial, I woulda stabbed him |
He was saw from every angle all them cameras |
Fuck it, I still won, still undefeated |
This nigga tryin' to act like he did something, beat it |
You’re not a gangsta, it’s been proven |
Nah, you just a snitch like Frank Lucas |
Yous a false prophet out in the world |
While a real nigga like me trapped in a cell |