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(chorus) It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down I be that nigga bringing fat funk freestyle perspectives Rappers couldn't see me, they hide it fucking detectives Check this when I flex this, put it on point That nigga Skillz droping foucers in your local due joint Im still paying deuce and saying cruise Still geting up at niggaz asses like that little brothers Underudce Shoes haotatin' in ya air, it aint news I stay on bitches like Dano Kariges At partys I retaits and make niggaz wanna fight So when they play some reggae keep happerseein' to the right Rigth outta my life you and ya hoddie bitch Seein' thous of body, whitin no infron of me V.A running shit, you best be believe it If Im up and commin, all ya niggaz is down and leavin' Hit me with a tound when I come to ya town When you see my face, you know it's about to go down (chorus) It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down Now if I told one time. I told you before child You can't toutch one kid, who got two billons styles Mean wild, when it comes to mics I be cheeting Im destend to find new ways so ill MC's And Im real with this, I come of like a scat It's the dread heads checking for repesenting north add Kids pack tacs, I pack technics Lyricol contact, now Im strapped on the streetz Freezby aient, niggaz be trying But standing next to me kin but so in lyricele dyin I wrote the rhyme n' wrote the next rappers back So before you run up in my face, foe, remember that And dance in the art n' main tain A rapper speaking for real like ban-jis when it's swinging Not yo bond MC's, don't aim to ever round And bust off like four pound Now bust how they go down (chourus) It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down Yo, my sex and be mic checking and MC decking You can buck me I ain't contry I never said I wreck it (true) So wack MC's chill with defesistnts Cause the minist that I freestyle can probably shoop n' your entistnts I make beats to stort Rappers be getting court I swear all MC's be sampling my fucking thoughts It's on when I hit the metchinon, beat acsin' at your show Na, nigga I boo be check your microphone Droping rappers and black hole, hell and head n', pull n' girls of smore like Pam Grier, seveny seven You can't work a verse, pass it When I come in niggaz start wrecking win like Din Jackins Thinking they asking, lyricle breaking backs My shit is hot, my reggae come, shouldn't be fucking prengsing wacks (You don't repesent nigga) Nigga hide that sound Check your battle stats, cause it's about to go down (chorus) It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down baby, It's goin down From Letras Mania