"Goin Down" lyrics
Rakim, Kurupt & Masta Killa Lyrics
(feat. Kokane)
Masta Killa
Kurupt
Let's go
Goin' down, goin' down, goin' down, goin' down
It's goin' down, goin' down
It's goin' down
It's goin' down, goin' down, goin' down, goin' down
Goin' down, goin' down
It's goin' down
Heard you tired of the same old (Uh) records that rappers lie on The icon, keep your third eye on
Hotter than cayenne
Spit fire when the mic on
Enemy writer's block with a gold block to write on (Uh-huh)
I arrange the script around some dangerous shit
It gets real as any gangster flicks you cats watch
Upgrade (Uh), quicker than laptops
When I'm at spots (Uh-huh), any borough back block (Yeah)
With a ghetto backdrop (Yeah)
Timbs brown, low hat, Jim Brown throwback (Uh-huh)
Walk the deadliest streets in town with no gat
Where the big guns blow at (Word?)
Hustlers get dough at (Uh)
With the red carpet Kodak
Where the in crowd go at
The livin' legend
'Cause my lyrics is never-endin' (Uh)
Stop readin' it, the secret ingredients never blend in
So let the liquor pour before shit hit the floor
And let me spit at y'all
Since the literature, it's the R
Ali shuffle, tassel on my sword
We the rassle, we them laws from the famous rap groups
Dogg Pound, Wu-Tang
Paid in full, keep the change
Put in pain, nothin' changed
Wise chief, Kurupt got it
Spin the block, cock the heat
Two shooters, street sweep
Louis sneaks on my feet
Autograph the meet-and-greet
The God, Ra', provide the beat
But please don't sweat his technique
Millions off this rap shit, talk could never be cheap
Half-gone, will creep
Cold steel for you to feel
Microphone real deal
Remy, Sigel be ill
Rest in piece to shoot to kill
Forget you, we never will
Kurupt Gotti, Masta Kill
Skill level next level
Dogg Pound, Wu-Tang
Chitty-chitty, bang-bang
Oxtail, vegan chicken wings
It's a gangster thang (Thang)
I got the shovel
Come out the hovel
'Fore the trouble
Over bubble
Bang, bang out
Bank jobs, Pac was over with the mob
Biggie had Brooklyn ties, nigga
We all ride victims of homicides
Niggas ride politicians
We check you bitches out like obstetricians
I'm the mortician
Vocal vampire, Prince of the empire, Snoop is the king
[?] high live wire high fire
I'm just so sick of this bullshit
Niggas talk shit, social media is a bitch
So I had to call my bitch and tell her keep it on the lizzle 'cause
It's-
Goin' down, goin' down (Yo, Doc, what's up?), goin' down, (Man this motherfucker) goin' down
Goin' down, (Man, listen) goin' down (I'm tellin y'all)
It's goin' down (It's goin' down, right)
Hell, we don't wanna be around none of you fakes
None of you phonies, none of you funnies
None of you bad energy motherfuckers
No bad energy, man
We ain't fuckin' with that
Real niggas do real things and bustas wish they can
It's goin' down your city
DPG and Wu-Tang Clan
From the crooks to the G's
You know we stay pushin' this life
Ain't nobody fuckin' with us
We be the greatest of all time
It's goin' down
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
You know it's goin' down
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
You know it's goin' down
Kurupt
Let's go
Goin' down, goin' down, goin' down, goin' down
It's goin' down, goin' down
It's goin' down
It's goin' down, goin' down, goin' down, goin' down
Goin' down, goin' down
It's goin' down
Heard you tired of the same old (Uh) records that rappers lie on The icon, keep your third eye on
Hotter than cayenne
Spit fire when the mic on
Enemy writer's block with a gold block to write on (Uh-huh)
I arrange the script around some dangerous shit
It gets real as any gangster flicks you cats watch
Upgrade (Uh), quicker than laptops
When I'm at spots (Uh-huh), any borough back block (Yeah)
With a ghetto backdrop (Yeah)
Timbs brown, low hat, Jim Brown throwback (Uh-huh)
Walk the deadliest streets in town with no gat
Where the big guns blow at (Word?)
Hustlers get dough at (Uh)
With the red carpet Kodak
Where the in crowd go at
The livin' legend
'Cause my lyrics is never-endin' (Uh)
Stop readin' it, the secret ingredients never blend in
So let the liquor pour before shit hit the floor
And let me spit at y'all
Since the literature, it's the R
Ali shuffle, tassel on my sword
We the rassle, we them laws from the famous rap groups
Dogg Pound, Wu-Tang
Paid in full, keep the change
Put in pain, nothin' changed
Wise chief, Kurupt got it
Spin the block, cock the heat
Two shooters, street sweep
Louis sneaks on my feet
Autograph the meet-and-greet
The God, Ra', provide the beat
But please don't sweat his technique
Millions off this rap shit, talk could never be cheap
Half-gone, will creep
Cold steel for you to feel
Microphone real deal
Remy, Sigel be ill
Rest in piece to shoot to kill
Forget you, we never will
Kurupt Gotti, Masta Kill
Skill level next level
Dogg Pound, Wu-Tang
Chitty-chitty, bang-bang
Oxtail, vegan chicken wings
It's a gangster thang (Thang)
I got the shovel
Come out the hovel
'Fore the trouble
Over bubble
Bang, bang out
Bank jobs, Pac was over with the mob
Biggie had Brooklyn ties, nigga
We all ride victims of homicides
Niggas ride politicians
We check you bitches out like obstetricians
I'm the mortician
Vocal vampire, Prince of the empire, Snoop is the king
[?] high live wire high fire
I'm just so sick of this bullshit
Niggas talk shit, social media is a bitch
So I had to call my bitch and tell her keep it on the lizzle 'cause
It's-
Goin' down, goin' down (Yo, Doc, what's up?), goin' down, (Man this motherfucker) goin' down
Goin' down, (Man, listen) goin' down (I'm tellin y'all)
It's goin' down (It's goin' down, right)
Hell, we don't wanna be around none of you fakes
None of you phonies, none of you funnies
None of you bad energy motherfuckers
No bad energy, man
We ain't fuckin' with that
Real niggas do real things and bustas wish they can
It's goin' down your city
DPG and Wu-Tang Clan
From the crooks to the G's
You know we stay pushin' this life
Ain't nobody fuckin' with us
We be the greatest of all time
It's goin' down
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
You know it's goin' down
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
You know it's goin' down
