Team Napalm - It's Goin' Down lyrics
rate me[Chorus: Dom Pachino (w/ MGT)](If that's how it's goin' down)Must be in your jeans, like a wallet, and you tryin' take me out of pocket(If that's how it's goin' down)I don't wanna see ya face, cuz you try'nna take my place(If that's how it's goin' down)I ain't gonna break a sweat, I'mma make 'em pay they debt(If that's how it's goin' down, if that's how it's goin' down)[T.A.]Yeah, I'm known for leaving, maybe sleeping for daysMe and my niggas be thugging, we known for creeping with k'sAnd hop in the back of the trees bucking at the oppos', it's must that I drop thoseBitches, here you gon' wind up missing, you fuck with this conditionsYou a mission for mercy, and briefcases full of big facesTil the day that I'm put in the dirt, hell yeah, I'm putting in workT.A. be on the grind, twenty four seven, three-sixty-fiveDays a year, my gats no fear, my heart, I knew thatFuck it's on, age of nine, I was sleeping with glocksNow, I'm steady to go to sleep with a K, and a pump, and quick to dumpOn sight, and leave ya body on cold and snatch a soulLike a thief in the night, that's how it goes down, that's how it goes down[C-4]Today's issue, got me carrying a loaded pistolWish you thinking with me, having them shots, miss youDismiss your character, blasting at all you amateursCrush melons to descavate your staminaCause and effect, got that blood squirting from ya neckOur only way to which they pay is from a switft chin checkI quick collect respect from, protect you fit themLike out with calico, it's hot, I-I stick 'emDoing tours, just to give you what you want and moreOf the earthly blast, give your, mine, mine, to exploreRuns, do a rhyme, rhyme, we got here with men and who shineWe never sleep, so all ya'll haters stay or we grind[Chorus][Booyow]I'm just a thug nigga, doing what a thug doHeat in the grill, for all of my thugs who be thuggin' tooGrabbin' my steel, only if, a nigga have toSit back, relax ya mind, and focus on, what I'm about to tell youI'm on a mission and I'm hungry for that paperJust doing my thing, got no time, for no playa hatersYou must got me mistaken for them homeys, you done crossedDon't be yappin' at yo mouth, put it on the thin and on the bossI gots to get mine, so I do what I doHooked up with Killarmy, who be hollerin' WuKeeping it true, cuz we bout, putting it downHolla at your boy, Booyow, that's how it's going down[Dom Pachino]I'mma let ya sell that raw, I'mma triple that on tourCome home and cop a store, car, condo and moreSmack 'em in they face, cuz that's what they been waiting forAin't not, try'nna understand, this man's try'nna make itAnd these haters try to take it, why, do they even fake itWhen the truth is naked, and my aura's so graciousHard work could comp a crib that's spacious, kids, tie ya lacesI come back better than Mase didMy lyrics on the internet, you could copy and paste itSo sweet, dude, you can even taste itYou cats can't relate your patience, my heat is so blatant[Chorus]
