It's Goin' Down

歌詞

I from the place where if your motherfuckin' jury gleam gleamin' Like Jay shit you takin' off your bracelet My niggas start wilin' I'm gonna let 'em do them They gonna start shootin', I'ma make sure they take ya new rims I'm making it all on zoom lens and tell a story With a body in my trunk like N.O.R.E. ya tape corny I push a Porsche like Mike Lorri, what'choo think? Takin' niggas diamonds like I'm Mister Pink I doin this to the death 'til I take six in the chest Bustin' that cops ???, resistin' arrest Rob you with no gun, here take yo' Lexus Trade it with my man for them two CRX's To my hoes I'm Snoopy, you be Woodchuck Ya pussy be good luck, I don't let nobody in my hood fuck I neva wait or hesitate, there be anotha nigga there naked Jumpin outta that bitch wet in ??? Singin... Captivated by the sound Turn it up, play it loud Steady boys, stand'cha ground That's the way it's going down La la la la laaaaa La la la la la laaaaaa La la la la laaaaa That's the way it's going down Yo, yo We write the songs like Biz that got everybody jockin' With Rhymes like Busta we keep the party rockin' OutWorld music tight like your mommies stockings Our services cost more than Johnnie Cochran I got my hand on my gauge, man on a rage Wild, push ya man off the stage, he land on his face Y'all wanna battle with Pace, fan you and say Might pull a gat from the waist, blast you with eight Mad slugs, you'll be bleedin' from the ass up Mad blood, enough to fill up any bath tub If you got street smarts you betta use 'em I take out a couple like a two-some Two non-descript kids talkin' out loud on how they flip bricks It's like we buyin' a truck that only fit six Unheard of, both hands on my burna' Flesh wound niggas, y'all don't really want murda Anymore movement, even a slight twitch'll further the crisis Trife is a cereal killer, murder with ice picks Tagged you on ya temple twice kid which left you lifeless Hit your honey to hard, with twenty two bars of precise'ness Pass the bone and watch how stoned I get And ain't nothin' fuckin' with the chrome I grip Can't atone for the domes I split The trife is, I'm beatin' down cops with they own nightsticks Get locked up at four-thirty I'll just phone my chick Don't matter what the bail is, I'll be home by six I'm tight, bitches grab my biscuits slap 'em twice with it Gonna sell more albums than those Spice bitches I'm nice with it, holy like Christ scriptures All the mullah, the best yet sendin death threats thru ya computer I we got the Buddha, copped the ruger Bullets rockin' through ya, boo-yah Your brains on the nigga next to ya We run your little bitch ass down You're standin' on shaky ground Paranoid to move around That's the way it's going down La la la la laaaaa La la la la la laaaaaa La la la la laaaaa That's the way it's going down I'm not to be crossed, your postures soft I'll dump off ??? and pasta sauce, huh It took a fellow two beat downs and bullet For him to understand Outsidaz don't bullshit I unload a whole clip of Scarecrows four-fifth I roast ?toe tips? the forceps started to roast shit So what, your hoe bitch loves to blow dicks For four sticks she blew me and my whole click You testin' me with certain things I don't want to argue I'm gonna get you for your chi-chi-chi-change and your car too You a DC comic, I'm a Marvel The black-fire-bill marshall, ill arsenal Captivated by the sound Turn it up, play it loud Steady boys, stand'cha ground That's the way it's going down La la la la laaaaa La la la la la laaaaaa La la la la laaaaa That's the way it's going down