It's Going Down Lyrics
| Song | It's Going Down |
| Artist | Daz Dillinger |
| Album | Retaliation, Revenge and Get Back |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Ahh *************t! | |
| [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 *************z 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, ma*************n 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 mother****** raised up not knowin | |
| Now my dream is just a dream we're sellin **** and hoein | |
| Moms can't tell me *************t, 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, ****** back and bust | |
| It's just some gangsta *************t, goin down on the eastside | |
| Some *************z 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 | |
| *************t, *************z gotta do, to earn they stripes, straight merkin | |
| Chorus: repeat 2x | |
| It's some gangsta *************t, that's going down | |
| Homicide, straight murder/homicide | |
| It's some gangsta *************t, here in this town | |
| Straight murder/[blank] | |
| [daz dillinger] | |
| Word on the street is that them dpg *************z shot they homeboy | |
| Now the only sound in the town is gunfire | |
| Going down i sport the crown i give it up on mother******s | |
| When i roll through i thought you knew about them doggs in blue | |
| Now forty-five, *************z bought em by the spot | |
| I'm on alert i'm down to work every ************* that i shot | |
| *************z 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 mother******? | |
| Cause i'm, a straight gangsta, doin what i feel | |
| *************z 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 *************z who trip, *************z that dipped | |
| *************z that conversate with the bloods or crips | |
| It's just a west coast thang, gangsta thang | |
| *************z 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 *************z down to blast, straight merkin | |
| Chorus | |
| Check it out | |
| [kurupt the kingpin] | |
| I heard *************z kickin static makin noise | |
| Cold hearted wanna get it started with my boys | |
| Automatic toys to tangle with *************z for profit | |
| Got *************t 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 mother****** ridin? | |
| Am i the only rider but i found a whole pound of *************z 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 *************t | |
| [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 mother****** | |
| Yo daz! | |
| Ohhh *************t! *car crashes* | |
| Y'all *************z alright? man ************* let's get out this mother****** | |
| ************* the cops comin *************! |
| Ahh t! | |
| 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 homeicide a gwan in de area | |
| daz dillinger | |
| I hear some z 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, ma n 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 mother raised up not knowin | |
| Now my dream is just a dream we' re sellin and hoein | |
| Moms can' t tell me t, 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, back and bust | |
| It' s just some gangsta t, goin down on the eastside | |
| Some z 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, constemplatin on a murder | |
| I mean, takin life for life, cause it' s right | |
| t, z gotta do, to earn they stripes, straight merkin | |
| Chorus: repeat 2x | |
| It' s some gangsta t, that' s going down | |
| Homicide, straight murder homicide | |
| It' s some gangsta t, here in this town | |
| Straight murder blank | |
| daz dillinger | |
| Word on the street is that them dpg z shot they homeboy | |
| Now the only sound in the town is gunfire | |
| Going down i sport the crown i give it up on mother s | |
| When i roll through i thought you knew about them doggs in blue | |
| Now fortyfive, z bought em by the spot | |
| I' m on alert i' m down to work every that i shot | |
| z 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 mother? | |
| Cause i' m, a straight gangsta, doin what i feel | |
| z 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 dp to the gthec | |
| The z who trip, z that dipped | |
| z that conversate with the bloods or crips | |
| It' s just a west coast thang, gangsta thang | |
| z come around here but surely can' t hang becausea | |
| We don' t hang with no bustas and sho' nuff | |
| Don' t hang with no fags and z down to blast, straight merkin | |
| Chorus | |
| Check it out | |
| kurupt the kingpin | |
| I heard z kickin static makin noise | |
| Cold hearted wanna get it started with my boys | |
| Automatic toys to tangle with z for profit | |
| Got t on lockdown cause i lets the glock spit | |
| Soon as daz 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 mother ridin? | |
| Am i the only rider but i found a whole pound of z 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 t | |
| 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 advice and jump inna your ride | |
| Don' t argue 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 mother | |
| Yo daz! | |
| Ohhh t! car crashes | |
| Y' all z alright? man let' s get out this mother | |
| the cops comin ! |
| Ahh t! | |
| 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 homeicide a gwan in de area | |
| daz dillinger | |
| I hear some z 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, ma n 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 mother raised up not knowin | |
| Now my dream is just a dream we' re sellin and hoein | |
| Moms can' t tell me t, 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, back and bust | |
| It' s just some gangsta t, goin down on the eastside | |
| Some z 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, constemplatin on a murder | |
| I mean, takin life for life, cause it' s right | |
| t, z gotta do, to earn they stripes, straight merkin | |
| Chorus: repeat 2x | |
| It' s some gangsta t, that' s going down | |
| Homicide, straight murder homicide | |
| It' s some gangsta t, here in this town | |
| Straight murder blank | |
| daz dillinger | |
| Word on the street is that them dpg z shot they homeboy | |
| Now the only sound in the town is gunfire | |
| Going down i sport the crown i give it up on mother s | |
| When i roll through i thought you knew about them doggs in blue | |
| Now fortyfive, z bought em by the spot | |
| I' m on alert i' m down to work every that i shot | |
| z 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 mother? | |
| Cause i' m, a straight gangsta, doin what i feel | |
| z 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 dp to the gthec | |
| The z who trip, z that dipped | |
| z that conversate with the bloods or crips | |
| It' s just a west coast thang, gangsta thang | |
| z come around here but surely can' t hang becausea | |
| We don' t hang with no bustas and sho' nuff | |
| Don' t hang with no fags and z down to blast, straight merkin | |
| Chorus | |
| Check it out | |
| kurupt the kingpin | |
| I heard z kickin static makin noise | |
| Cold hearted wanna get it started with my boys | |
| Automatic toys to tangle with z for profit | |
| Got t on lockdown cause i lets the glock spit | |
| Soon as daz 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 mother ridin? | |
| Am i the only rider but i found a whole pound of z 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 t | |
| 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 advice and jump inna your ride | |
| Don' t argue 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 mother | |
| Yo daz! | |
| Ohhh t! car crashes | |
| Y' all z alright? man let' s get out this mother | |
| the cops comin ! |
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