Daz Dillinger

Daz Dillinger - It's Going Down lyrics

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Ahh shit!
 [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 niggaz 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
 Perfectedly innovated to all my homies
 Pull out the Riviera, plus I kick up dust
 Pull out the brain, pull out the thang, cock back and bust
 It's just some gangsta shit, goin down on the Eastside
 Some niggaz 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
 Shit, niggaz gotta do, to earn they stripes, straight merkin
 Chorus: repeat 2X
 It's some gangsta shit, that's going down
 Homicide, straight murder/homicide
 It's some gangsta shit, here in this town
 Straight murder/[blank]
 [Daz Dillinger]
 Word on the street is that them DPG niggaz 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, niggaz bought em by the spot
 I'm on alert I'm down to work every nigga that I shot
 Niggaz 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
 Niggaz 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 niggaz who trip, niggaz that dipped
 Niggaz that conversate with the Bloods or Crips
 It's just a West coast thang, gangsta thang
 Niggaz 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 niggaz down to blast, straight merkin
 Chorus
 Check it out
 [Kurupt the Kingpin]
 I heard niggaz kickin static makin noise
 Cold hearted wanna get it started with my boys
 Automatic toys to tangle with niggaz for profit
 Got shit 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 motherfucker ridin?
 Am I the only rider but I found a whole pound of niggaz 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 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 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 motherfucker
 Yo Daz!
 OHHH SHIT! *car crashes*
 Y'all niggaz alright? Man nigga let's get out this motherfucker
 Nigga the cops comin nigga
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Death Row Records (2)

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Released in: 1998

Language: English

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