It`s About to Go Down

<br>[Chorus: (Big Moe) &amp; Toon]<br>If you thugging in the club (thugging in the club)<br>And you rolling on dubs (rolling on dubs)<br>You ain`t tripping, showing love (and showing love)<br>Say it`s about to go down<br>You got money in your city (money in your city)<br>And the mamas looking pretty (mamas looking pretty)<br>If you feeling what I`m feeling (feeling what I`m feeling)<br>Say it`s about to go down<br><br>[Mr. 3-2]<br>As I slide down on dubs, moving around on concrete<br>That g, oh he and I stays on feet<br>Heat with hollow clips, ready to bust shots<br>Glocks, full of heat leaving the situation hot<br>Plot all day boss hogging for position<br>Street game all in your face watch the rolex cushion<br>Heavy weighter, I`m the champ, Mr. 3-2<br>Really though big baby and it`s 2002<br>Wreck a shop with Mo-Yo I`m boy hard<br>Boys, want to got to war black them out like tar<br>Swangers, on my guard, in a old school<br>I`m a god damn fool, start to busting with the two<br>Fresh braided, player made it, deuce out the roof<br>Rest in peace to my old and in these streets running loose<br>Ain`t no use, trying to stop it just come and pop it<br>Loco, big dozer and we still sitting sloppy<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[D-Gotti]<br>Cash me gucci coat, slicing a bad bitch<br>Watch her get a china facelift<br>Gear shift, we performing up in the land<br>Suicide doors, dubs and twin cams<br>All bitches on the fam heads turning tonight<br>Watch us be the star traction and a harder night<br>More than Sprite, plus my neck and wrist are cold<br>Ice cubes in my watch and the piece is just froze<br>These hoes, all on a nigga dick cause I`m young, fly and rich<br>Escorting a bad bitch, doja lit, I ain`t worried about the laws<br>Hoes whisper to eachother girl I think he played ball<br>No bitch, I`m just a rapper out the hood<br>And I`m wrestling with the wood, powered up feeling good<br>Little engine that could, beat the block for it`s stock<br>Turn around and swap game for a political job<br>R.I.P. to Pab aka Mr. Sweets<br>If you peeping from the south we about to blow you fin to see<br>Gucci boots on her feet, gucci boots on my feet<br>I`ma pay a lot tonight, shine and have a seat<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Lil` Flip]<br>When I hit the scene, I`m crispy clean<br>I got a box of dougnuts from Crispy Creme<br>Everybody looking at me like Flip you the shit<br>Hell yeah I`m the shit, look at my wrists<br>I roll up a philly, roll up a philly<br>Head to the town and watch 3rd Ward Billy<br>Knock a nigga out while pouring up a drank<br>Got my mind on the bank, in the jail I use a shank<br>I sip that, flip that, wood grain grip that<br>Go to the Papa Do`s yeah I`m gone tip that<br>It`s Lil` Flip I`m a million dollar star<br>Blue, black or red don`t touch my car, uh<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Noke D]<br>I`m shook up, I`m looking throwed<br>Gucci wardrobe to match the gucci soles<br>Gucci hoes and hop out the SL<br>I`m popped up and sliding on Sprewell<br>We sell, everything you need<br>Riding through with Pardon Davis and some falling t.v.s<br>Moe and me, we have been a lot<br>Looking for some head in a ittle bitty shop<br>On top, on wrist rock it`s going down<br>H-Town southside 3rd Ward bound<br>Pulled up acting and class so they`ll know<br>The south on shine cause we ain`t broke no more<br><br>[Chorus]