Refuse To Lose

Lyrics

[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung & D-Dubb, D-Dubb] I refuse to lose (Oh) Fuck them .22s I got an AP-10 and a throwaway TEC-9 So you know you can't fuck with mine I refuse to lose (To lose) Fuck them .22s (Oh, oh) I got an AP-10 and a throwaway TEC-9 So you know you can't fuck with mine I refuse to lose (I refuse) Fuck them .22s (Oh) I got an AP-10 and a throwaway TEC-9 So you know you can't fuck with mine I refuse to lose (Yeah, oh) Fuck them .22s (Got an AP-10) I got an AP-10 and a throwaway TEC-9 So you know you can't fuck with mine (You can't fuck with mine, yeah) [Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung] If I was standing in the dark letting my nine spark Maybe in the morning motherfuckers might feel me yet It's the 9-TEC nigga that got them motherfuckers tore up As I smash off in a seven-deuce Cut', you holding your gut talking 'bout "What the fuck you smoking on?" All dome as the chronic's got me gone Nigga, it's on, on 'til the slugs come out At night I do my murder, redrum 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 Fleetwood Brougham I'm like Richard Chase mixed with Al Capone If you want some ripgut shit, nigga, yeah, I got it sewn So go on to the crib or get your wig split, fool, with the TEC chrome And say the alphabet backwards fast or find you a brand new dome A criminal-minded nigga that got Tefs in his nine So head to the east side, 'cause it's redrum time, nigga [Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung & D-Dubb, D-Dubb] I refuse to lose (I refuse to lose) Fuck them .22s (Oh, yes) I got an AP-10 and a throwaway TEC-9 So you know you can't fuck with mine (You can't fuck with mine, oh) I refuse to lose Fuck them .22s (I got the heat for your ass) I got an AP-10 and a throwaway TEC-9 So you know you can't fuck with mine [Verse 2: Brotha Lynch Hung] Nigga, it's that, that Sac-of-the-indo killa-fornia state of mind Where niggas put their gangster gear on and bend corners In a Chev' six-nine, wire rims, you can't see me With they neighborhood flags and they black Carhartt beanies I'm like genie as I scoop through the hood and get up to no good and I wish you would Test my TEC, because it love to take out necks And empty backs out, so I max out, 350 on the blacktop More smoke than chronic smokin', loced-out sherm, classic perm In my ashtray, there's always a roach Hit the left lane in case one time approach I got five warrants and some '89 tags Seventeen 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, nigga [Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung & D-Dubb, D-Dubb] I refuse to lose (I refuse to lose) Fuck them .22s (Fuck 'em all now) I got an AP-10 and a throwaway TEC-9 So you know you can't fuck with mine (You know you can't fuck with mine) I refuse to lose (Yeah, yeah) Fuck them .22s (I know) I got an AP-10 and a throwaway TEC-9 (Yeah) So you know you can't fuck with mine (Yeah, oh-oh) [Refrain: D-Dubb] You know you can't fuck with mine You know you can't step to mine 'cause I'm on time with the rhyme, I got a .9 now [Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung & D-Dubb] I refuse to lose (I refuse to lose) Fuck them .22s (Oh-oh) I got an AP-10 and a throwaway TEC-9 So you know you can't fuck with mine (No, you can't fuck with mine) I refuse to lose (Mine) Fuck them .22s (Mine) I got an AP-10 and a throwaway TEC-9 So you know you can't fuck with mine (Yeah, yeah) [Refrain: D-Dubb] I refuse to lose I refuse to lose, refuse to lose [Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung & D-Dubb] I refuse to lose (Oh) Fuck them .22s I got an AP-10 and a throwaway TEC-9 (Yeah, yeah) So you know you can't fuck with mine (Oh, oh, oh, yeah, oh) I refuse to lose (I refuse to lose) Fuck them .22s (No matter what they say about me now) I got an AP-10 and a throwaway TEC-9 (Yeah) So you know you can't fuck with mine [Outro: D-Dubb] Yeah, yeah, oh I refuse, I refuse to lose