Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song It's Goin' Down , by - Outsidaz. Release date: 07.08.2008
Song language: English
It's Goin' Down |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |