I refuse to lose,
fuck them 22's I got an
AP -10 and a throwaway
Tec -9
So you know you can't fuck with mine
I refuse to lose,
fuck them 22's I got an
AP -10 and a throwaway
Tec -9
So you know you can't fuck with mine
I refuse to lose
Fuck them 22's
I got an
AP10 and a throwaway
Tek -9
So you know you can't fuck with mine
I refuse to lose
Fuck them 22's
I got an
AP10 and a throwaway
Tek -9
So you know you can't fuck with mine
If I was standing in the dark
letting my 9 spark
Maybe in a moment,
motherfuckers might feel me, yeah
It's the non -tech nigga that
got them motherfuckers tore up
As I smash off in a seven -deuce,
cut you, holdin' your gut
Talkin' bout, what the fuck
you smokin' on?
All dome, as the chronics got me gone,
nigga, it's on
On till the slugs come out
At night, I do my murder
when I'm so tight
It's the third strike, nigga,
so now I'm aiming up at your dome
Bout to watch your brain split
and hit the fleet with broom
I'm like
Richard
Chase mixed with
Al
Capone
If you want some rip gut shit,
nigga, yeah, I got it zoned
So bone to the crib,
I'll get you ex -split food with the tech chrome
And say the alphabet's backwards fast,
I'll find you a brand new dome
A criminal -minded nigga that got
Teps and his nine
So head to the east side,
cause it's bread from time
I refuse to lose, fuck them 22s
I got an 8B10 and I throw 8s an d 9s
So you know you can't
fuck with mine
You can't fuck with mine
You used to lose
Fucked them 22's
I got the heat from your ass
And I throw away tech knives
So you know you can't
fuck with mine
Niggas, it's that, that sack
of the endo killer bone
Your state of mind
Where niggas put their
gangsta gear on
And bend corners in a chef 69
Wire rims, you can't see me
With they neighborhood flags
and they black car heart beanies
I'm like
Genie, as I scoop through your hood
and get up to no good
And I wish you would test my tech
Because it love to take out
necks and empty backs out
So I backs out 350 on the black top
Most smokin' chronic smokin'
Loaked out
Sherm
Classic
Pern
In my ashtray it's always a roach
Hit the left lane in case one time approach
I got five warrants and some 89 tags
17 in the clip of my auto mag
So sad, I gotta watch my back
Cause these niggas wanna put me
up in a black leather sack
And throw me over they back
But fuck that
Why you think I got extended
clips?
Cause I'm so high,
most of the time I just can't miss
I refuse to lose, fuck them 22's
I got an
AB10 and a throwaway
Tek -9
So you know you can't fuck with mine
I to lose, fuck them 22's
I got an
AB10 and a throwaway
Tek -9
So you know you can't
fuck with mine
You know you can't fuck with mine
You know you can't stand to mine
Cause I'm on time with the rhyme
And I got the nine now
I refuse to lose
Fuck them twenty twos
I got an eight beat ten
And I throw away ten nines
So you know you can't fuck
with mine I refuse to lose
Fuck them 22's,
I got an 8B10 and I throw away
Tek -9's, all you want is this
fuckin' money
I refuse to lose,
I refuse to lose, refuse to
I refuse to lose, fuck them 22's I got an 8 beat 10
and I throw it at 9 so you know you can't fuck with mine
I refuse to lose, fuck them 22's I got an 8 beat 10 and I throw it
at 9 so you know you can't fuck with mine
I refuse, I refuse to lose
Brotha Lynch Hung 
