It's Goin' Down - Outsidaz

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