It's Going Down

(feat. Kurupt Tha Kingpin & Prince Ital Joe)

Ahh shit!

[Prince Ital]

Yeh

Everywhere I go

Nuff gunshot are firin out the ghetto area seen?

I haffa watch my back

Too much crack seen?

Watch yourself cuz nuff home-icide a gwan in de area

[Daz Dillinger]

I hear some niggaz clockin major on the other side of town

Strictly slidin for a proper come up to come around

Called up the homies from way back, who dream of gettin paid

Then finally get paid with the amount of 80 G's

6:30 layin in cut, prepare to get ready

Me and Ty grew up, mashin to get our feddi

Food stamps galore, kick in the door get on the floor

Make sure my homies get away smooth with the dough

A hardcore motherfucker raised up not knowin

Now my dream is just a dream we're sellin dope and hoein

Moms can't tell me shit, I make the rules that I live by

In and out the house, late at night, and plus I got high

The homies influenced me to be the G of all G's

Perfectedly innovated to all my homies

Pull out the Riviera, plus I kick up dust

Pull out the brain, pull out the thang, cock back and bust

It's just some gangsta shit, goin down on the Eastside

Some niggaz who died and tried to whoride on mine

Pull on the 7 Carter with the homey Flossy Floss

He's the homey from the Beach who's known for takin off

Pile up the bird then swerve, conversate on smoke and submerge

Finger on the trigger, cons-templatin on a murder

I mean, takin life for life, cause it's right

Shit, niggaz gotta do, to earn they stripes, straight merkin

Chorus: repeat 2X

It's some gangsta shit, that's going down

Homicide, straight murder/homicide

It's some gangsta shit, here in this town

Straight murder/[blank]

[Daz Dillinger]

Word on the street is that them DPG niggaz shot they homeboy

Now the only sound in the town is gunfire

Going down I sport the crown I give it up on motherfuckers

when I roll through I thought you knew about them Doggs in blue

Now forty-five, niggaz bought em by the spot

I'm on alert I'm down to work every nigga that I shot

Niggaz skied out quick, around the block who know we comin back

Post up early on the attack

Slowly but surely spot an enemy slippin out his domain

Rode up on him and let him see the twelve gauge

The homey Ty banged him on GP because we stuffed him then we bagged him

cause he violated the rule of the streets

Two redrums under my belt, it felt good bout to murder

Haven't you ever heard of a murderer motherfucker?

Cause I'm, a straight gangsta, doin what I feel

Niggaz no need to tempt, for me to kill, straight blastin

the enemy, can't see the hoes who try to get with me

Understand where I'm comin from the D-P to the G-the-C

The niggaz who trip, niggaz that dipped

Niggaz that conversate with the Bloods or Crips

It's just a West coast thang, gangsta thang

Niggaz come around here but surely can't hang because-a

we don't hang with no bustas and sho' nuff

don't hang with no fags and niggaz down to blast, straight merkin

Chorus

Check it out

[Kurupt the Kingpin]

I heard niggaz kickin static makin noise

Cold hearted wanna get it started with my boys

Automatic toys to tangle with niggaz for profit

Got shit on lockdown cause I lets the Glock spit

Soon as D-A-Z hits me on my hip, talk about chips

The game run heatin them clips, the gaze kicks

Automatic tech nine spits, I gotta

roll with the Pound that's the neighborhood of murder

Am I the only motherfucker ridin?

Am I the only rider but I found a whole pound of niggaz violent

I got the big homey Ty money worldwide

from Portland, Oregon L.A. to the N.Y.

I'm bout to crash in your door, unload the double four

Then stash it, then we blasted all we saw

The fo'-fo', the fo' double sparkin

the gang walkin up your hood like nuttin but trouble

We straight gangsta shit

[Prince Ital]

That's right

We dat live by de knife will die by de knife

You betta try save your life

On your life dere might be a oversight

Take my ad-vice and jump inna your ride

Don't ar-gue with de Death Row pride

DPG gangstaz they nah make you try

We got keep every stone you keep

in your life, you betta don't feel strife

We dat live by de knife will die by de knife

You betta try save your life

Oh lawd, oh lawd

Homicide it's a homicide

Oh lawd, oh lawd

Murderah it's a murderah

Oh lawd

[Daz Dillinger]

We're in this motherfucker

Yo Daz!

OHHH SHIT! *car crashes*

Y'all niggaz alright? Man nigga let's get out this motherfucker

Nigga the cops comin nigga!