Refuse To Lose
Brotha Lynch Hung Lyrics
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I re-fuse to lose
Fuck them 22's
I got an AP 10 and a throwaway Tech 9
So you know you can't fuck with mine
(Verse1)
(Lynch)
(D-Dub)
Maybe in the morning, motherfuckers might feel me yet
(Lynch)
It's that nine tech nigga that got them motherfuckers tore up
As I smash of in a seven deuce cut, you holding your gut
Talking about
(D-Dub and Lynch)
What the fuck you smoking on?
(Lynch)
All dome as the chronics got me gone
Nigga it's on
On 'til the slugs come out
(D-Dub)
At night I do my murder red rum so tight
(Lynch)
I'ts 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
Chorus 4x
(Verse2)
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
With their neighborhood flags and their black Carthart beenie
I'm like Genie
As I swoop 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, 5 warrants and some '89 tags
17 in the clip of my, auto mag
I'ts 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, nigga
Chorus 4x
In Brotha Lynch Hung's song "Refuse To Lose," the chorus repeatedly emphasizes the artist's determination and preparedness to defend himself through the lyrics "I refuse to lose/Fuck them 22's/I got an AP 10 and a throwaway Tech 9/So you know you can't fuck with mine." The verses depict the artist's violent nature and readiness to engage in gun violence, as well as references to drug use.
Verse 1 describes the artist's use of a "nine tech" and his willingness to commit murder. He compares himself to infamous criminals Richard Chase and Al Capone, and boasts about having "ripgut shit" sewn up. The second verse continues the theme of violent culture, describing the artist's state of mind and actions while driving around in his car. He mentions smoking marijuana and using an "auto mag" gun with extended clips to defend himself against potential attackers.
Overall, the lyrics of "Refuse to Lose" glorify violence and criminal activity. The artist portrays himself as a dangerous individual, ready to use his guns and engage in murder at a moment's notice.
Line by Line Meaning
I re-fuse to lose
I refuse to be defeated
Fuck them 22's
I don't care about small guns
I got an AP 10 and a throwaway Tech 9
I have powerful guns that I can get rid of easily
So you know you can't fuck with mine
You can't beat me in a fight because of my superior weapons
If I was standing in the dark letting my nine spark
If I were to fire my gun in the dark
Maybe in the morning, motherfuckers might feel me yet
The sound of the gunshots may still be felt in the morning
It's that nine tech nigga that got them motherfuckers tore up
I'm the guy with the nine millimeter gun that caused chaos
As I smash of in a seven deuce cut, you holding your gut
As I drive away in my 72' Cutlass, you're clutching your stomach in pain
Talking about
You're saying
What the fuck you smoking on?
What type of marijuana are you smoking?
All dome as the chronics got me gone
I'm high on weed that makes me feel numb
Nigga it's on
It's about to be a fight
On 'til the slugs come out
The fight will continue until someone starts shooting
At night I do my murder red rum so tight
I commit murder at night with precision
I'ts the third strike nigga
I have two prior criminal convictions, so this is my last chance
So now I'm aiming up at your dome
I'm pointing my gun at your head
'Bout to make your brain split and hit the Fleetwood Brome
I'm going to shoot you and your brain will hit the car's interior
I'm like Richard Chase, mixed with Al Capone
I have the craziness of Richard Chase mixed with the criminal genius of Al Capone
If you want some ripgut shit nigga
If you're looking for some dangerous stuff
Yeah, I got it sewn
I have it under control
So bone to the crib, or get your wig split fool, with the tech chrome
Go home or I'll shoot you with my chrome-plated Tech 9 gun
And say the alphabet backwards fast or find you a brand new dome
Recite the alphabet backwards quickly or I'll shoot you in the head
A criminal minded nigga that gots tefs in his nine
I'm a criminal who carries teflon-coated bullets in my 9mm gun
So head to the East side, 'cause it's red rum time, nigga
Go to the East side because it's time to commit murder
Nigga, it's that-Sac of Indo-Killafornia State of mind
I have the mentality of a killer from Sacramento, California
Where niggas put their gangster gear on, and bend corners
Where gangsters dress up and drive around street corners
In a Chev 69
In a 1969 Chevrolet vehicle
Wire rims
Rims made of wire
You can't see
You can't be me
With their neighborhood flags and their black Carthart beenie
Wearing clothes with their neighborhood colors and a black Carhartt beanie
I'm like Genie
I'm like a genie granting wishes
As I swoop through the hood and get up to no good
As I drive through the neighborhood looking for trouble
And I wish you would
I dare you to
Test my tech, 'cause nigga, it loves to take out necks
Challenge me to use my Tech 9 gun because it's good at killing people
And empty backs out, so I max out
And shoot until the magazine is empty
350 on the black top
Driving at 350 miles per hour on the road
More smoke than chronic smoking
Producing more smoke than smoking marijuana
Loced out sherm, classic perm
High on PCP and have a classic hairstyle
In my ashtray, there's always a roach
My car's ashtray always has a roach, or a marijuana cigarette's butt
Hit the left lane in case one times approach
Drive in the left lane in case police show up
I got, 5 warrants and some '89 tags
I have 5 arrest warrants and outdated 1989 vehicle license plates
17 in the clip of my, auto mag
I have 17 bullets in my automatic Magnum handgun
I'ts sad
It's unfortunate
I gotta watch my back, 'cause these niggas wanna throw me up in a black
I always have to be aware of my surroundings because people want to hurt me
Leather sack, and throw me over their back
Put me in a leather bag and carry me away
But fuck that
I don't care about that
Why you think I got extended clips
Do you wonder why I have magazines with more bullets than usual?
'Cause I'm so high, most of the time
Because I'm always under the influence of drugs
I just can't miss, nigga
I never miss my target
Contributed by Riley I. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@chardonnaylavie
My dad was bumping this when I was a youngin chillin in his backseat feeling the bass go thru my whole body and ears ringing when I got out🤣I never forgot this song…too raw💯
@glen7083
Ya pops was a OG bro..... This is the slaps of their days. Like we have ours.
But.....our parents music still slapping 20 years later
@AR.DA.DON1200
100. ALL TIME SLAPPER!!!
@Ledesma2023
I hope the same for my son. Im now 40 and he's 15😎
@silktank8242
Yo daddy was a gangster 💯
@chardonnaylavie
@@silktank8242 indeed he was & still is😎
@certi5632
Love listening to lynch when I'm in a bad mood makes me more cold hearted
@Gnsd45
underrated comment
@leonelapena4621
Right! Almost makes you feel like eating up some enemies lol not really, they probably won't even taste good anyway lol
@sheenascott5604
Whatcha mean? Do you refuse 2 lose?
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