"It's Going Down" as written by and Aldrin/unknown Writer Davis....
Ah shit!

Everywhere I go
'Nough gunshot are firin' out the ghetto area seen?
I hava watch my back
Too much crack seen?
Watch yourself 'cause 'nough homicide a gwan in de area

I hear some niggas 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
Perfectly innovated to all my homies
Pull out the Riviera, plus I kick up dust
Pull out the brain, pull out the thing, cock back and bust
It's just some gangsta shit, goin down on the Eastside
Some niggas who died and tried to who ride 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, contemplatin' on a murder
I mean, takin life 'for life, cause it's right
Shit, niggas gotta do, to earn they stripes, straight merkin'

[Chorus: x2]
It's some gangsta shit, that's going down
Homicide, straight murder/homicide
It's some gangsta shit, here in this town
Straight murder

Word on the street is that them D-P-G niggas 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, niggas bought em by the spot
I'm on alert I'm down to work every nigga that I shot
Niggas 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
Niggas 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-see
The niggas who trip, niggas that dipped
Niggas that conversate with the Bloods or Crips
It's just a West coast thang, gangsta thing
Niggas 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 niggas down to blast, straight merkin


Check it out
I heard niggas kickin' static makin' noise
Cold hearted want to get it started with my boys
Automatic toys to tangle with niggas for profit
Got shit on lock down 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 niggas 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 nothin' 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 in a your ride
Don't are-gue with de Death Row pride
D-P-G gangstas 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

We're in this motherfucker
Yo Daz!
Oh shit!
Y'all niggas alright?
Man nigga let's get out this motherfucker
Nigga the cops comin nigga!

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"It's Going Down" as written by Aldrin Davis

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