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It go down, It go down, It go down It go down, It go down It go down, It go down, It go down It go down, It go down When it all goes down, and the clips run out I bet I make history I bet I make history When it all goes down, and the cops come round That murder's a mystery That murder's a mystery [50 Cent - Verse 1:] It's that gangsta shit, it sound stupid don't it Feel like Fifty, Flocka and Gucci on it Move grams of this, move O's of that Move the muthafucking bricks, where the money at Bitches scared huh, pussy, hold ya strength When the beat pop off no controlling that You wan' call the cops Run call the cops Look nigga we don't care if they comin' or not Got the pump in the trunk, nigga biting a lot One buck shot clear the whole block Had this bitch taped off make it so hot Letras de cancionesNigga with a 12 gauge I'm a sure shot Call it shell shock when ya ass drop Get it shakin' like a muthafuckin' rattle nigga Go 'head fuckin' with me and be a casualty You think a nigga bullshittin, then come and see When it all goes down, and the clips run out I bet I make history I bet I make history When it all goes down, and the cops come round That murder's a mystery That murder's a mystery [50 Cent - Verse 2] Now while you waitin', all debatin' Shouldn't you niggas be retaliatin' We laughin bout it, you cryin damn Hit ya muthafuckin' homie when his gun jam His chest red, his back red Man, that nigga there damn near dead He coughin', he weezin' Man that nigga finna stop breathin' His momma there, his daddy there Hit him by the Escalade, get a caddy there His shines on him, his dimes on him Had hoes all in the club grindin' on him Niggas talkin' bout it, keep talkin' bout it Cause they know nigga don't give a fuck Quit talkin' bout it, for you talkin' bout it When the muthafuckin pigs show up When it all goes down, and the clips run out I bet I make history I bet I make history When it all goes down, and the cops come round That murder's a mystery That murder's a mystery From Letras Mania