Where It’z Goin’ Down

Lyrics

[Intro: Monoxide & Jamie Madrox] Psychopathic (Yeah) Twiztid and Blaze runnin' with a motherfuckin' hatchet And only the Three-6 could match it So uh, tell me where it's at [Hook: Jamie Madrox & Monoxide] Now where it's goin' down? (What?) Now where it's at, homeboy? (What, what?!?) (What? What, what?!?) Now where it's goin' down? (What?) Now where it's at, homeboy? (What, what?!?) (What? What, what?!?) [Verse 1: Jamie Madrox] I ain't the type to ask questions, I'm the type of motherfucker ready to trip On anyone for anything all for the fuck of it We be the underground, we stay beneath And suffocate hoes like you when y'all asleep Now where it's goin' down, right here, right now And everybody on the North, East, West and South Y'all better get it up, y'all better represent this shit Twiztid, Triple-6 and Blaze, you can't fuck with it [Verse 2: Juicy J] You know I ride with the tone cocked, quick to make your brain pop Memphis, Tenny, rollin' dirty, police send the road block Niggas have to swallow drugs Niggas have to fake they mugs Niggas put they seat belt on Cut on the fucking cellular-phone On the top, we mob like Gotti sippin' on syrup, just havin' a party If you wanna cross the Three-6, separate your soul from body Wrap your mouth with duct tape nigga, we ain't gonna hope you figure Where the cash or where the stash or I'll have to pull this trigga [Hook: Jamie Madrox & Monoxide] Now where it's goin' down? Now where it's at, homeboy? Thugs and killers, axes and drug dealers! Now where it's goin' down? Now where it's at, homeboy? Represent it to the day that I die for life, boy! [Verse 3: Blaze Ya Dead Homie] Now where it's at? (Drive-by!) Motherfuckers claimin' to be thugs Can't see me on shit Wit' choppin' banana clips I been dead, been back (It's like that) Ridin' dirty wit' a birdie and a throw-away in the hatchback (Whoo!) Bitch, where ya black-sack? By any means trying to elevate Never underestimate the contact (Don't do it!), I put jail on the map Twiztid, Triple 6, and Blaze, now go and ask them where it's at [Verse 4: Gangsta Boo] I took a Xanax (Yo) I like to split bitches' wigs Split them to the white, fuckin' kidnap ya kids Take that niggas wife, psych, lock you in the trunk Get so fuckin' pumped, nigga, Gangsta Boo is crunk (Crunk) What you niggas know about them Calicoes and Glocks? (Glocks) Shit that go pop, nigga, burnin' up ya block Fuck the fuckin' cops, call 'em, I don't give a fuck (Fuck) Leave you in the mud, motherfucker, nigga what? (What) [Hook: Jamie Madrox & Monoxide] Now where it's goin' down? Now where it's at, homeboy? Thugs and killers, axes and drug dealers! Now where it's goin' down? Now where it's at, homeboy? Represent it to the day that I die for life, boy! [Verse 5: DJ Paul] Play me ghetto on a nigga comin' straight, we're back, we're back, hey Fuckin' up the 3rd Ward, can't get can't get sprayed Niggas eyes wide shut, they never see me comin' Into the back but aces is just when I'm gunnin' Jiggy jiggy jack jack well it won't be my car Haters got me on a scope but they can't get that far You gotta drive around the world, you're tryna hang with stars Fuckin' nigga be most fuckin' niggas be my heart, ho [Verse 6: Monoxide] What 'chu lookin' at? I can call it from here Been underground wit' the dirt in my eyes for many years Do the math motherfucker, you can't see the mix We don't die, we multiply wit' the Triple-6 Merciless, territory worldwide Ridin' down your bitch-ass block, bumpin' Drive-By Blowin' up your high rise and leave you trapped in the rubble Fuckin' wit' us is just trouble [Hook: Jamie Madrox, Monoxide, & Gangsta Boo] Now where it's goin' down? Now where it's at, homeboy? (Nigga, what?) Thugs and killers, axes and drug dealers! Now where it's goin' down? Now where it's at, homeboy? (Nigga, what what?) Represent it to the day that I die for life, boy! [Verse 7: Lord Infamous] Gotta get it ghetto, drop the flower petal, pop the pistol metal Redrum 'em and drop 'em in the meadow, fuckin' wit' the devil Crow, but they call me Lord, coked out, very paranoid Orgys in the morn when Three-6 is on the vocal chord Marijuana scorched, like a torch, full of intercourse You will feel the force when the Triple-6 is on the swarm You don't wanna play in hell, infamous, I'm droppin' shells Tie you to the rail, bitch, I'll help you make that funky smell [Verse 8: Anybody Killa] From a gangsta's point of view, I'm askin' you, how does it feel? (Feel!) To have the will to grab the steel and shoot until you kill (Kill) Anybody Killa's feelin' twisted wit' the Three-6 Drive-By, finger on the trigger, I'm addicted (Whoop, whoop!) Where's it goin' down? I guess right here, so where ya at? (At!) Runnin' wit' a hatchet, Phantoms floatin' in the back (Back!) We put it down for the psycho motherfuckers all around Bumpin' underground, every time we seepin' through your town [Hook: Jamie Madrox, Monoxide, & Gangsta Boo] Now where it's goin' down? Now where it's at, homeboy? (Nigga, what?) Thugs and killers, axes and drug dealers! Now where it's goin' down? Now where it's at, homeboy? (Nigga, what what?) Represent it to the day that I die for life, boy! Now where it's goin' down? Now where it's at, homeboy? (Nigga, what?) Thugs and killers, axes and drug dealers! Now where it's goin' down? Now where it's at, homeboy? (Nigga, what what?) Represent it to the day that I die for life, boy! [Outro: Voicemail (Speaking)] I don't know what the fuck… my calling is in life, I'ma fuckin' make it, I'ma make it to that place. They don't understand how it is to be on top, 'cause I ain't ever felt like that in my entire life, and I feel you, because I don't care how-how hard motherfuckers is, they gotta admit that they have fuckin' problems in their life and they feel like… fuckin' shit down and nothings gonna work