Twiztid

Twiztid - Where Itz Goin Down lyrics

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[Monoxide Child]

Psychopathic

Twiztid and Blaze running with a motherfucking hatchet

And only the Three-6 could match it

So uh, tell me where it's at

[Jamie Madrox]

Now where it's going down?

Now where it's at home boy?

(What? What, what?!?)

Now where it's going down?

Now where it's at home boy?

(What? What, what?!?)

[Jamie Madrox]

I ain't the type to ask questions

I'm the type of motherfucker ready to trip

On anyone or anything all for the fuck of it

We be the underground, we stay beneath

And suffocate hoes like you while y'all asleep

Now where it's going down, right here, right now

And everybody on the North, East, West and South

Y'all better get it up, y'all better represent this shit

Twiztid, Triple 6 and Blaze, you can't fuck with it

[Juicy J]

You know I ride with a tote cocked

Quick to make your brain pop

Memphis, Tenn we rollin' dirty

Police settin a road block

Niggas have to swallow drugs

Niggas have to fake they mug

Niggas put they seat belt on

Cuttin the fucking cellular phone

On the town, we mob like Gotti

Sippin' on Syrup just havin' a party

If you wanna cross the Three 6

Seperate your soul from body

Wrap your mouth with duct tape nigga

We ain't gonna hope you figure

Where the cats done hid the stash

Or I'll have to pull this trigga

[Jamie Madrox](Monoxide Child)

[Now where it's going down?]

[Now where it's at home boy?]

(Thugs and killas, axes and drug dealers)

[Now where it's going down?]

[Now where it's at home boy?]

(Represent it 'til the day that I die, for life boy)

[Blaze]

Now where it's at? (drive-by!)

Motherfuckers claiming to be thugs

Can't see me on shit

Wit' chopper bananna clips

I been dead, been back (it's like that)

Ridin' dirty wit' a birdie

And a throw away in the hatchback (whooo!)

Bitch, where ya black sack?

By any means trying to elevate

Never underestimate the contact (don't do it!)

I put jail on the map

Twiztid, Triple 6, and Blaze

Now go and ask them where it's at

[Gangsta Boo]

I took a Xanax

Yo, I like to split bitches' wigs

Split them to the white, fuckin' kidnap ya kids

Take that niggas wife sight, lock you in the trunk

Get so fuckin' pumped nigga Gangsta Boo is crunk

What you niggas know about them Calicoes and glocks

Shit that go pop nigga burnin' up ya block

Fuck the fuckin' cops, call 'em, I don't give a fuck

Drag you in the mud, motherfucker, nigga what?

[Jamie Madrox](Monoxide Child)

[Now where it's going down?]

[Now where it's at home boy?]

(Thugs and killas, axes and drug dealers)

[Now where it's going down?]

[Now where it's at home boy?]

(Represent it 'til the day that I die, for life boy)

[DJ Paul]

Now you gotta real nigga comin straight

From da Black from Black Have

Fuckin' up the third word, you can ge-get sprayed

Niggas eyes wide shut

They never see me comin' into the back

But aces is just when I'm gunnin'

Jiggy jack jack jiggy jack will be rollin' mad car

Haters got me on the scoop but they can't get that far

You gotta try to run the world if you try to head with starts

Fuckin' nigga be most fuckin' niggas be my heart, hoe

[Monoxide Child]

Watch you lookin' at?

I can call it from here

Been underground wit' the dirt in my eyes for many years

Do the math motherfucker

You can't see the mix

We don't die, we multiply wit' the Triple 6

Merciless, territory worldwide

Ridin' down your bitch-ass block bumpin' drive-by

Blowin' up your High Rise

And leave you trapped in the rubble

Fuckin' wit' us is just trouble

[Jamie Madrox](Monoxide Child)

[Now where it's going down?]

[Now where it's at home boy?]

(Thugs and killas, axes and drug dealers)

[Now where it's going down?]

[Now where it's at home boy?]

(Represent it 'til the day that I die, for life boy)

[Lord Infamous]

Gotta get it ghetto, drop the flower petal

Pop the pistol metal, Red Rum I'm head up

I'm in the meadow, fuckin' wit' the devil

Quote, but they call me Lord

Coked out, very paranoid

Orgys in the morn

When Three 6 is on the vocal chord

Marijuana scorched, like a torch

Full of intercourse

You gon' feel the force

When the Triple 6 is on the swarm

You don't wanna play in hell

Infamous, I'm dumpin' shells

Tie you to the rail

Bitch, I'll help you make that fuckin' smell

[Anybody Killa]

From a gangstas point of veiw

I'm asking you, how does it feel?

To have the will to grab the steal

And shoot until you kill

Anybody Killa's feelin' Twiztid wit' the Three 6

Drive-by, finger on the trigger I'm addicted (whoo, whoo!)

Where's it goin' down

I guess right here, so where ya at?

Runnin' wit' a Hatchet, Phantom floatin' in the back

We put it down for the psycho motherfuckers all around

Bumpin' underground, everytime we slippin through yo town

[Jamie Madrox](Monoxide Child)

[Now where it's going down?]

[Now where it's at home boy?]

(Thugs and killas, axes and drug dealers)

[Now where it's going down?]

[Now where it's at home boy?]

(Represent it 'til the day that I die, for life boy)

[Now where it's going down?]

[Now where it's at home boy?]

(Thugs and killas, axes and drug dealers)

[Now where it's going down?]

[Now where it's at home boy?]

(Represent it 'til the day that I die, for life boy)

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