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It’s Going Down (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

this song is called ‘it’s going down’
are you ready? help me out yall

when i say it’s going you say down
it’s going down, it’s going down’ (x3)
when i say it’s going everybody down
it’s going down

check it out

it’s goin’ down
the rhythm projects ‘round the next sound
reflects the complex hybrid dialect now
detect the mesh of many elements compressed down
the melting pot of a super-futureesque style
the combination of a vocal caress
with lungs that gasp for breath
from emotional stress
with special effects
and a distorted collage
carefully lodged between beats of rhythmic barrage

it’s going down

put it out for the world see
lp and x-men to the 10th degree
everybody in the world to see
when we melt down the acts with the weaponry
it’s goin’ down
put it out for the world see
me and x-men to the 10th degree
everybody in the world to see
when we melt down the acts with the weaponry
it’s goin’ down

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It’s Going Down (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Owww!

Get on down (repeat 3x)

Verse one: erick sermon

Well, it’s the e wit the juice, i’m down to get loose
Strapped in black wit the nine by the boots
Hardcore funk that make ya wanna pump a chump
My posse’s thick, so i will never get jumped
The slayer, a beast from the east, i’m psycho
If i had a glove, i would be bad as michael
Some say, yo, i sound rugged
Pack wit the ultimate rap wit the power like snap
A.k.a. the mic wrecker
A rap star wit the boomin style, black as tar
Smokin, the e’s no jokin, so don’t trip or flip
And make a hit, so bust it
Some ain’t feel the way i do when i get wreck
No half steppin, i kick back like a weapon
On the microphone, i delight
And groovy, a california quake couldn’t move me

Get on down (repeat 4x)
It’s going down (2x)

Verse two: pmd

No lights, no camera, but lots of action
No moonwalkin backwards, kid, like michael jackson
Strictly funk flows and steel toed timb boots to troop
State to state, stage to stage, as i clock loot
Black asiatic, rapper fanatic, automatic
Black nine mil is what i pack so kill the static
Epmd quench the sound of thumps underground
Ya stupid boy, no props here, you catch a beatdown
The squad still in effect, no record skippin
Ya stupid boy, keep the track, still bullshittin
Down wit the rap pack, still grabbin my bozack
Here’s a ticket kid to ride the jim like amtrak
Got mad skills, hi-tech, been known to snap necks
From eighty-seven to ninety-two, fourth cassette
But now i’m swayze, ghost, the rap host
Who rip shows, from coast to coast

Get on down (repeat 4x)
It’s going down (2x)

Verse three: erick sermon, pmd

Yea, back to the picture, the scene
It’s me erick sermon, my m-16
Just in case, ya know, a fight broke out
I can just chill, pull out the smoke out
One, no grill, no charcoal, no fluid
Act like bo jackson, nike, and just do it
If there’s a problem, the hit squad rolls mad deep
So i can rest my head and get some sleep

While the e-double, takes a nap, no time to slack
It’s my turn to guard the fort, ready for combat
Guns and violence, that we don’t promote
Just takin what’s ours kid, chill or smell the gunsmoke
As i pull out, squeezin like mr. charmin
Destroyin posses of demo tapes like agent orange
So chill kid and act like you know
Peace from the md a.k.a. slow flow

It’s going down (4x)
Get on down…

It’s Going Down (Letra)

Daz Dillinger

Daz Dillinger

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

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

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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 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!