Win or Lose - Mobb Deep

Another day, another dollar, it’s 'bout getting money

Then you can give me a holla, my nose runny

I’ve been out in the cold, hustling for so long

My hands numb, but bet I feel that paper in my palm

It’s like ahh, shit it’s on, time to go shopping

For cars not fashion, my whips be the bomb

My clothes, be the same shit that we had on

And fuck looking cute, save that for the broad

It’s the H-A-V-O-C, dump and reload

Knock-knock, answer that, I’m blasting through the peephole

Body charges, pay lawyers so we beat those

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

And we the only niggas 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 bulging out our jeans

But losing ain’t a option girl

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

But losing ain’t a option girl

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

Y’all like bitches — the chit-chattering

Stay not liking a nigga but giving dap to him

Hav' don’t change for no chick, and they adapt to him

Never get cool with you niggas, I end up clapping 'em

Federal note fetish, you fuck with my niggas

Franklin and Grant, get your ass blammed with the quickness

Y’all niggas is finished, you overdosing the world

With that cute shit, it’s time for this realness

And here I go again, letting the mac blow

Slugs bubble up in your stomach like lactose

I’mma date shorty, put it up in her backbone, for real

Put it on her like a track I rapped on, for real

Know what?

We outlive labels, and distributors

We run laps around every artist on your payroll

Then hop up in a Range Rov', jet black with the black rims

Killing your bitch in her a-hole, uh-oh!

But losing ain’t a option girl

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

But losing ain’t a option girl

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