I Want Out

[Verse 1: Un Pacino] I was just telling Hav' These young'n's is over wilding two shootings in two days And none of it over dollars, have my mind zoned Somewhere in a different time zone Y'all can stand under building, I'm tryna buy homes But I ponder it gradually grab me back, you can put me anywhere In the world and ill adapt, look I'm tired of flying to label reps like my niggas all ready to eat The table's set, I'm tired of corner standing Piffin the same exit, keep it real I want hills my ninja Change settings, I want a backyard where pookie can play I don't care if it cost my life nigga shoot me today Remember going to the store momma told me to keep the change I wanna jump in something new tell my momma to keep the Range My man got shot I had to peddle him home He couldn't take the pain and caught a heroin jones [Hook] This is it I want out This usually part of the movie where the pistol comes out Like I said I need change I need a whole lot of this money and little bit of fame It's like a ghetto tell tales I'm tired of camouflaging the corner let me get the next sale I'm really tryna prosper of a good good rap Before I leave out the hood I take a good look back [Verse 2: Havoc] They say, what don't kill you will kid it'll only make you stronger And the wrong mistake is a half dead ass doing the coroner Heavenly father I'm looking into the heavens My girl think I'm going crazy this nigga going 7th These days you know the hammer under the pillow Got a mansion left from the ghetto I'm trapped in the middle So niggas layed flat like soda without the fizzle When it rained it poured be lucky it only drizzled Took my homie under my brella I took him in He bit me turned around and told me thats how a snake wins The world we livin in... can't trust a homie far as I can shoot a nigga Leave me the shit get lonely, homie Dont speak my name if you don't know me Most important you *black* the bitches dat shits is corny Out ya rabid ass mind tryin to run up on me Don't make have to shoot you wit the 40 [Hook] [Verse 3: Prodigy] Yo, thun, I be right back, yeah hold it down G's While I'm gone get me songs all over the streets Thats what you call awareness, these niggas put they lil albums out But nobody cares it's P time to shine Get dat shit the fuck outta hea I satisfy the custi's My history at retail, is outstanding My cd got wings cause it flys off the shelves While I'm stuck in the bing for the next 80 days Fuck it I got years it can't get no worse than it already is I spoke to my nigga Yayo the other day He told me everybody bumpin H.N.I.C., part 2 And on the youtube, I'm killin'm out there, crazy views I make a rapper run for his life and drop a gem This nigga threw his watch so we would stop chasin him He lucky I was on trial, I woulda stabbed him, he was saw from every angle All them cameras. fuck it I still won, still undefeated This nigga tryin to act like he did something, beat it Your not a gangsta its been proven Nah, you just a snitch like Frank Lucas Yous a false prophet, out in the world While a real nigga like me trapped in a cell [Hook]