Lyrics It's Goin' Down - Outsidaz
[Young
Zee]
I
from
the
place
where
if
your
motherfuckin
jury
gleam
gleamin
Like
Jay
shit
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
pussy
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
bitch
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
ass
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
fuckin
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,
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
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
bitch
ass
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
bitch
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
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1]
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