[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 n***a 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
N***a, it's on, on 'til the slugs come out
At night I do my murder, redrum so tight
It's the third strike, n***a, 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, n***a, 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 n***a that got Tefs in his nine
So head to the east side, 'cause it's redrum time, n***a
[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]
N***a, it's that, that Sac-of-the-indo killa-fornia state of mind
Where n***as 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 n***as 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, n***a
[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