"Down" lyrics
That's Lloyd Bank's mamma singing
You better tell your boy to keep his mouth closed
Or he gon' get a black tux
And a free wake
How my bow tie looking?
You ready?
Let's go
When I see Lloyd Banks it's going (down, down)
If you in the car with 'em you better get (down, ooh well)
Automatic rifle
And I'm blasting on sight so
Ski mask, I'm psycho
My gun got night scope
Two in the leg knocked 'em (down, down)
From thirty feet away he fell (down, ooh well)
Touch kids like Michael
One roll of the dice, oh!
You wanna gamble with your life
Nigga die slow
Now your casket going (down, down)
Tony Yayo tried to run
I chased him (down, ooh well)
'Cause I hate the Jakes
Pat him down take his cake
He wanna be a clown nigga
Might as well paint his face
And that's how I get (down, down)
Fuck G-Unit nigga I'm not (down, ooh well)
Used to ride with 'em
Slice up the pie with 'em
Got kicked out the group
'Cause I wasn't gon' die with 'em
And that's how it went (down, down)
At Hot 97 we came (down, ooh well)
Had thirty niggas with me
Niggas that sport the Dickies
Hopping out of cabs
We just want to talk to 50
We wanna know what's going (down, down)
Security pulled heat it went (down, ooh well)
Had to shake the block
I ain't tryna face the cops
Heard a couple shots
Then I seen the shell cases drop
Told P-nut to get (down, down)
I looked back and saw my nigga going (down, ooh well)
I said, "Homie, we can't leave 'em"
What if my nigga dying
Soon as we hit Houston then
We heard police sirens
Oh shit!, it's going (down, down)
Guns out, they're telling him to get (down, ooh well)
He on both knees
Blood squirting out his jeans
"Catch 22": should I go to jail or flee the scene
Either way it's going (down, down)
So I hopped in the truck and went (down, ooh well)
Broadway in a black suburban
One thing on my mind
Go hard 'til them fags get murdered
'Cause he tried to get my nigga shot (down, down)
But he survived and now he going (down, ooh well)
To the station
Police at the Double-U waiting
On me to arrive and now I gotta shake 'em
They wanna take a nigga (down, down)
We on the same elevator going (down, ooh well)
Dodger fitted
Got the Hova lean
So they ain't notice me
Now they're mad as fuck
And gotta watch my Range Rover leave
Hit the 95 and head (down, down)
It's to Philly so I can lay it (down, ooh well)
Catch the first thing smoking back the L-A-X
Kicked up my Air Nikes
Then I slept the whole flight
Had a dream about it going (down, down)
Woke up and saw my plane coming (down, ooh well)
Missed the palm trees
Sun shining every day
New York's my second home
But I'm from in L.A.
And I hold shit (down, down)
The throne was empty so I sat (down, ooh well)
And just handled my biz
There's two sides to every west-side story
And I just tell it like it is
And that's how it went (down, down)
On my son that's all that went (down, ooh well)
So stop telling them lies to all them motherfucking magazines
And radio stations nigga you know what happened
Me and Lloyd Banks ain't (down, down)
Keep talking shit, I'll lay you (down, ooh well)
You niggas ran out the back door nigga
All I wanted to do was holler man
To see what was what
Y'all was too fucking scared to come (down, down)
You've been to Compton, you know how I get (down, ooh well)
So fuck y'all nigga
And it's like that
For life
You better tell your boy to keep his mouth closed
Or he gon' get a black tux
And a free wake
How my bow tie looking?
You ready?
Let's go
When I see Lloyd Banks it's going (down, down)
If you in the car with 'em you better get (down, ooh well)
Automatic rifle
And I'm blasting on sight so
Ski mask, I'm psycho
My gun got night scope
Two in the leg knocked 'em (down, down)
From thirty feet away he fell (down, ooh well)
Touch kids like Michael
One roll of the dice, oh!
You wanna gamble with your life
Nigga die slow
Now your casket going (down, down)
Tony Yayo tried to run
I chased him (down, ooh well)
'Cause I hate the Jakes
Pat him down take his cake
He wanna be a clown nigga
Might as well paint his face
And that's how I get (down, down)
Fuck G-Unit nigga I'm not (down, ooh well)
Used to ride with 'em
Slice up the pie with 'em
Got kicked out the group
'Cause I wasn't gon' die with 'em
And that's how it went (down, down)
At Hot 97 we came (down, ooh well)
Had thirty niggas with me
Niggas that sport the Dickies
Hopping out of cabs
We just want to talk to 50
We wanna know what's going (down, down)
Security pulled heat it went (down, ooh well)
Had to shake the block
I ain't tryna face the cops
Heard a couple shots
Then I seen the shell cases drop
Told P-nut to get (down, down)
I looked back and saw my nigga going (down, ooh well)
I said, "Homie, we can't leave 'em"
What if my nigga dying
Soon as we hit Houston then
We heard police sirens
Oh shit!, it's going (down, down)
Guns out, they're telling him to get (down, ooh well)
He on both knees
Blood squirting out his jeans
"Catch 22": should I go to jail or flee the scene
Either way it's going (down, down)
So I hopped in the truck and went (down, ooh well)
Broadway in a black suburban
One thing on my mind
Go hard 'til them fags get murdered
'Cause he tried to get my nigga shot (down, down)
But he survived and now he going (down, ooh well)
To the station
Police at the Double-U waiting
On me to arrive and now I gotta shake 'em
They wanna take a nigga (down, down)
We on the same elevator going (down, ooh well)
Dodger fitted
Got the Hova lean
So they ain't notice me
Now they're mad as fuck
And gotta watch my Range Rover leave
Hit the 95 and head (down, down)
It's to Philly so I can lay it (down, ooh well)
Catch the first thing smoking back the L-A-X
Kicked up my Air Nikes
Then I slept the whole flight
Had a dream about it going (down, down)
Woke up and saw my plane coming (down, ooh well)
Missed the palm trees
Sun shining every day
New York's my second home
But I'm from in L.A.
And I hold shit (down, down)
The throne was empty so I sat (down, ooh well)
And just handled my biz
There's two sides to every west-side story
And I just tell it like it is
And that's how it went (down, down)
On my son that's all that went (down, ooh well)
So stop telling them lies to all them motherfucking magazines
And radio stations nigga you know what happened
Me and Lloyd Banks ain't (down, down)
Keep talking shit, I'll lay you (down, ooh well)
You niggas ran out the back door nigga
All I wanted to do was holler man
To see what was what
Y'all was too fucking scared to come (down, down)
You've been to Compton, you know how I get (down, ooh well)
So fuck y'all nigga
And it's like that
For life
