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Win Or Lose (Remix) - текст песни



Win Or Lose (Remix)


(feat. Jadakiss, Jay-Z, Nas)



[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 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]



[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]



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