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"Win Or Lose"


"Here I go again, whether I, win or looooose" -> [Jean Plum]

"... whether I, win or looooose"

[variations of this sample repeat throughout the song]


[Havoc]

Another day another dollar it's about gettin money

Then you can give me 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 in my palm


[Prodigy]

It's like ahh 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

And fuck lookin cute, save that for the broad


[Havoc]

It's the H-A-V-O, C-dump-and-reload

Knock knock, answer that, I'm blastin through the peephole

Body charges, pay lawyers so we beat those

But get locked and I'm sluttin lady C.O.'s


[Prodigy]

And we the only niggaz you know, that fuck they P.O.'s

They push our files to the top, you still on parole

We got, money to roll, no time for penitentiaries

Too much dollars to fold, it's bulgin out our jeans


[Chorus]

"Here I go again, whether I, win or looooose"

[H] But losin ain't a option girl

My destination is top of the world, top of the world

"Here I go again, here I come, win or looooose"

[H] But losin ain't a option girl

My destination is top of the world, top of the world


[Havoc]

Y'all 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 him

Never get cool with you niggaz, I end up clappin 'em


[Prodigy]

Aiyyo - federal note fetish, you fuck with my niggaz

Franklin and Grant, get yo' ass blammed with the quickness

Y'all niggaz is finished

You overdosin the world with that cute shit

It's time for this realness


[Havoc]

And here I go again, lettin the mac blow

Slugs bubble up in your stomach like lactose

I'ma date shorty, put it up in her backbone

For real, put it on her like {?} wrapped dome, f'real


[Prodigy]

Know what? We outlive labels, and distributors

We run laps around e'ry artist on your payroll

Then hop up in a Range Rov', jet black

with the black rims, killin yo' bitch in her a-hole; uh-oh!


[Chorus]


[samples continue to fade]