Its Going Down (feat. Kurupt & Prince Ital Joe)

Ahh [bad word] 

[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
hardcore [bad word] raised up not knowin
Now my dream is just a dream we're sellin dope and hoein
Moms can't tell me [bad word]  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 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, [bad word] back and bust
It's just some gangsta [bad word]  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 [bad word]  niggaz gotta do, to earn they stripes, straight merkin

Chorus: repeat 2X

It's some gangsta [bad word]  that's going down
Homicide, straight murder/homicide
It's some gangsta [bad word]  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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
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-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 [bad word] and niggaz down to blast, straight merkin

Chorus

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[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 [bad word] 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
I the only [bad word] ridin?
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 [bad word]