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