Its Goin Down

[Young Zee]

I from the place where if your motherfuckin jury gleam gleamin

Like Jay xxxx you takin' off your bracelet

My niggas start wilin' I'm gonna let 'em do them

They gonna start shootin, 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 doin this to the death 'til I take six in the chest

Bustin that cops ???, resistin 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 xxxxx be good luck, I don't let nobody in my hood fuck

I neva wait or hesitate, there be anotha nigga there naked

Jumpin outta that xxxxx wet in ???

Singin...

Hook 1:

Captivated by the sound

Turn it up, play it loud

Steady boys, stand'cha ground

Thats the way its going down

La la la la laaaaa

La la la la la laaaaaa

La la la la laaaaa

Thats the way its going down

[Pacewon]

Yo, yo

We write the songs like Biz that got everybody jockin

With Rhymes like Busta we keep the party rockin

OutWorld music tight like your mommies stockings

Our services cost more than Johnny Cockran

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, fan you and say

Might pull a gat from the waist, blast you with eight

Mad slugs, you'll be bleedin from the xxx up

Mad blood, enough to fill up any bath tub

If you got street smarts you betta use 'em

I take out a couple like a two-some

Two non-descript kids talkin out loud on how they flip bricks

Its like we buyin a truck that only fit six

Unheard of, both hands on my burna'

Flesh wound niggas, y'all don't really want murda

[Axe]

Anymore movement, even a slight twitch'll further the crisis

Trife is a cereal 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 xxxxxx with the chrome I grip

Can't atone for the domes I split

The trife is, I'm beatin 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, xxxxxxx 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 sendin death threats thru ya computer

I we got the buddha, copped the ruger

bullets rockin through ya, BOO-YAH

Your brains on the nigga next to ya

Hook 2:

We run your little xxxxx xxx down

You're standin on shaky ground

Paranoid to move around

Thats the way its going down

La la la la laaaaa

La la la la la laaaaaa

Lal la la la laaaaa

Thats the way its going down

[Yah Yah]

I'm not to be crossed, your postures soft

I'll dump off ??? and 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 hoe xxxxx loves to blow dicks

For four sticks she blew me and my whole click

You testin 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 aresenal

Hook 1