Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song It's Goin Down , by - JT The Bigga Figga. Release date: 09.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
It's Goin Down |
| Well, what do ya know, I’m ready to flow to tell a storie, the caper |
| About the time I tried to get tha paper, ya feel me |
| 1989 in the cut, on the grind |
| Cause I’m fresh outta school wit my nickel-plated 9 |
| I hit a cut or two, from the T the A the S the K, ya see |
| Me up they beat up, players on the street up |
| Creepin' in jack mode, smooth we hit the back row |
| 4-deep in a astro van ready to tax those |
| Unexpected players on the boulevard |
| 14 years old, rocks in a stolen car |
| And I thought I had it going on |
| But my momma always told me it wouldn’t last to long |
| A hard head make a soft ass |
| Wit a pocket full of rocks and a sock full of dirty cash |
| It’s like I trip down a one-way street |
| Wit nowhere to turn and hard knocks to meet |
| A young G about the situation |
| Take the good wit the bad as I turn another page and |
| Set it up going pound for pound |
| Cause I knew one day, man, that the game was going down |
| You know it’s going down, man |
| Cause I knew one day that the players will get paid |
| One my way to the T.O.P |
| Wit the rest of the players from the GLP |
| It’s going down |
| Can’t cope wit the streetlife |
| Two years done passed and two homies done lost they life |
| And now I grew a few inches taller |
| No more dreams of being a big time baller |
| No more cracks sacks, coke and knife straps |
| Thinking about the Get Low, man and the G stacks |
| Kicking facts when I’m in your town |
| Cause I’m lettin' it be known man, that the game is going down |
| Representing to the fullest I can pull this shit completely |
| You can’t meet me toe-to-toe, at these hits I got the gift, G |
| Foul from the start, so I’m sick wit my stidnyle |
| Take it from me, I’m just a G about my paper |
| Turnin' show out, I rose out I got much clout |
| So bust a shot when I flow, coming through the door |
| I let ya know I’m just a player representing Get Low |
| I thought you knew me, you cannot do me, you ain’t no player, punk |
| Trippin' up off that shit, man, that bombed out Cali stomp |
| Funk wit the cleverness I can settle this |
| It be a destiny it has to be smooth like a masterpiece |
| Ya hit tha track quickly to get ya money on |
| So I hit the Labb, to make this shit gone |
| Settin' it up, player, when I’m in your town |
| Cause I’m lettin' it be known, man, that the game is going down |