Its Goin’ Down

Lyrics

[Young Zee] I from the place where if your motherfucking jury gleam gleaming Like gay shit, you takin' off your bracelet My niggas start wilin' I'm gonna let 'em do them They gonna start shooting, 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 doing this to the death 'til I take six in the chest Bustin that cops, cess, resisting 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 another nigga there naked Jumpin outta that bitch wet in and shit Singin... Hook 1: 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 [Pacewon] Yo, yo We write the songs like Biz that got everybody jocking 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, fam you ain't safe Might pull a gat from the waist, blast you with eight Mad slugs, you'll be bleeding from the ass up Mad blood, enough to fill up any bathtub If you got street smarts you betta use 'em I take out a couple like a two-some Two non-descript kids talking out loud on how they flip bricks It's like we buying a truck that only fit six Unheard of, both hands on my burna` Flesh wound niggas, y'all don't really want murder [Axe] Anymore movement, even a slight twitch will further the crisis Trife is a serial 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 fucking with the chrome I grip Can't atone for the domes I split The trife is, I'm beating 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 sending death threats thru ya computer I we got the Buddha, copped the Ruger Bullets rocking through ya, BOO-YAH Your brains on the nigga next to ya Hook 2: We run your little bitch ass down You're standing 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 Lal la la la laaaaa That's the way it's going down [Yah Yah] I'm not to be crossed, your postures soft I'll dump a mobster boss face in 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 ho bitch loves to blow dicks For four sticks she blew me and my whole click You testing 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 Hook 1