Mad Skillz - It's Goin Down Lyrics
(chorus)Its goin down baby, its goin down baby, its goin down baby,Its goin down,Its goin down baby, its goin down baby, its goin down baby,Its goin downI be that nigga bringing fat funk freestyle perspectivesRappers couldnt see me, they hide it *****ing detectivesCheck this when I flex this, put it on pointThat nigga skillz droping foucers in your local due jointIm still paying deuce and saying cruiseStill geting up at niggaz assesLike that little brothers underudceShoes haotatin in ya air, it aint news I stay on *****esLike dano karigesAt partys I retaits and make niggaz wanna fightSo when they play some reggae keep happerseein to the rightRigth outta my life you and ya hoddie *****Seein thous of body, whitin no infron of meV.a running shit, you best be believe itIf Im up and commin, all ya niggaz is down and leavinHit me with a tound when I come to ya townWhen you see my face, you know its about to go down(chorus)Its goin down baby, its goin down baby, its goin down baby,Its goin down,Its goin down baby, its goin down baby, its goin down baby,Its goin downNow if I told one time. I told you before childYou cant toutch one kid, who got two billons stylesMean wild, when it comes to mics I be cheetingIm destend to find new ways so ill mcsAnd Im real with this, I come of like a scatIts the dread heads checking for repesenting north addKids pack tacs, I pack technicsLyricol contact, now Im strapped on the streetzFreezby aient, niggaz be tryingBut standing next to me kin but so in lyricele dyinI wrote the rhyme n wrote the next rappers backSo before you run up in my face, foe, remember thatAnd dance in the art n main tainA rapper speaking for real like ban-jis when its swingingNot yo bond mcs, dont aim to ever roundAnd bust off like four poundNow bust how they go down(chourus)Its goin down baby, its goin down baby, its goin down baby,Its goin down,Its goin down baby, its goin down baby, its goin down baby,Its goin down,Its goin down baby, its goin down baby, its goin down baby,Its goin down,Its goin down baby, its goin down baby, its goin down baby,Its goin downYo, my sex and be mic checking and mc deckingYou can buck me I aint contryI never said I wreck it (true)So wack mcs chill with defesistntsCause the minist that I freestyleCan probably shoop n your entistntsI make beats to stortRappers be getting courtI swear all mcs be sampling my *****ing thoughtsIts on when I hit the metchinon, beat acsin at your showNa, nigga I boo be check your microphoneDroping rappers and black hole, hell and head n,Pull n girls of smoreLike pam grier, seveny sevenYou cant work a verse, pass itWhen I come in niggaz start wrecking win like din jackinsThinking they asking, lyricle breaking backsMy shit is hot, my reggae come,Shouldnt be *****ing prengsing wacks(you dont repesent nigga)Nigga hide that soundCheck your battle stats, cause its about to go down(chorus)Its goin down baby, its goin down baby, its goin down baby,Its goin down,Its goin down baby, its goin down baby, its goin down baby,Its goin down,Its goin down baby, its goin down baby, its goin down baby,Its goin down,Its goin down baby, its goin down baby, its goin down baby,Its goin down
