It's Going Down

[Hook: Pastor Troy]

You ain't ready boy

Let's set the record straight

You ain't ready boy

Half you niggas fake

[Recite x4]

[Verse 1: MGD]

I'm sick and tired off this shit

I got to set the record straight

I'm the rapper you hate to love

And the thug you love to hate

These buster's claim they trapping on my street

I ain't never see you there

I ain't never heard about no charge that you caught from there

(Broh you know this muthafucker)

I don't know that muthafucker

None of my Godby Road vets know that muthafucker

Ain't no soulja's on G-Road

We don't take order's dawg

We ain't bout that military bullshit, hell naw

Now I got these busters thinking, Who the hell is MGD?

What the hell he talking bout?

Is he really talking bout me?

Now when we find out y'all gone hate

I'm a set the trap wit the fire bait

Lock the doors so y'all can't escape

Go outside and put chains on the gate

Now won't get scured cause you say you got a gun

Boy I ain't no punk, ain't gone run

Y'all lame ass cats really don't want none

I'm a git up in yo face like her shake her thong

A blaze that blunt, jump down in the hole wit it

Ain't nobody smiling like H2O

I'm a let you in on a little something' that you know

Cause you gone git gone when you hear the ???

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Lil' Blac]

Now believe when I tell you

I ain't the average nigga that you heard of

Cause I'm dead fo' real about getting mine, committing murder

Make you feel lost, strange, like Cameo you feel me (Word Up)

Now trying the Pastor and MGD you getting hurt up

Now last Mace track I was throwing Georgia bows

This Mace track, I'm kicking down do's

Know we clique deep, VIP, H2O

Getting straight D, jumping down on hoes

Now when you spot a hater tell on 'em

We gone bring the hell on 'em

Make them busters fell like they 12 shawty, bail on 'em

I'm a move in quick, but penetrate slow like Weezy

Put from the top of the roof

Show you the real meaning of "Off the Heezy"

Y'all boys ain't no pimps, you and yo folk the holice

Well make ya self get gone, like that big block thang Caprice

I got thugs on the left of me, gangster's on the right of me

Warriors in the back of me

Soldiers get sprayed

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Pastor Troy]

Now they done let the wrong nigga bring church to a close

All I'm thinking bout is money, muthafuck some hoes

And I chose to snatch up the paper before it vanished

Georgia Boy, I represent it a got damn it

Use to walk around, head down looking sick

Fuck looking eye to eye, half these niggas talking shit

They quick to brag about the niggas they done smoked

You want to go to war, come fucking with my folk

A joke, just like a fucking Laffy Taffy wrapper

But nope, cause it ain't nann day with the Pastor

So after you die guess who you got to come and see

I'm chilling in hell, D.S.G.B.

I got Little Peter ready to bust ya head

We ain't playing wit ya nigga, we leaving ya dead

Heard you scared, claiming Godby Road that's mine

I'll be rocking on these niggas until the sun shine