Refuse To Looze

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 (hot, 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, you can't fuck with mine, yeah) If I was standing in the dark letting my nine spark Maybe in the morning, motherfuckers might feel me yet It's that nine tech nigga that got them motherfuckers tore up As I smash off in a seven-deuce Cut', you holding your gut Talking about, "What the fuck you smoking on?" All dome as the chronics got me gone Nigga, it's on, on 'til the slugs come out At night, I do my murder red rum so tight It's the third strike nigga So now I'm aiming up at your dome 'Bout to make your brain split and hit the Fleetwood Brome I'm like Richard Chase, mixed with Al Capone If you want some ripgut shit, nigga, yeah, I got it sewn So, bone to the crib, or get your wig split fool, with the tech chrome And say the alphabet backwards fast or find you a brand-new dome A criminal minded nigga that gots tefs in his nine So, head to the East side, 'cause it's red rum time, nigga 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 Nigga, it's that-Sac of Indo-Killafornia State of mind Where niggas put their gangster gear on, and bend corners In a Chev 69, wire rims You can't see me with their neighborhood flags and their black Carthart Bennie I'm like a genie as I scoop through the hood and get up to no good And I wish you would test my tech, cause nigga, it loves to take out necks And empty backs out, so I max out, 350 on the black top More smoke than chronic smoking loced out sherm, classic perm In my ashtray, there's always a roach Hit the left lane in case one times 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 throw me up in a black Leather sack, and throw me over their 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 (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) 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 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) I refuse to lose I refuse to lose Refuse to lose 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 Yeah, yeah, oh I refuse, I refuse to lose