Paul Cain, Red Cafe, Fabolous - It's Going Down lyrics

Fabolous: This is the funeral service right?
DJ Drama: I got my suit on
Fabolous: That's what I thought aye Drama
Wassup son? DJ Drama: Bodied 'em!
Fabolous: What it look like nigga? It look
Like these niggas is dead to me!
DJ Drama: It's finished
Fabolous: Well Fuck that when we see dead
We call dead where I'm from these niggas in
The club holding greygoose up
Like it's champagne?
DEAD these bitches with fake tit's, fake ass
Talking 'bout they real
Bitches? DEAD these niggas wearing that
Guy off the block Gucci
These bitches rockin them lady who come
In the salon Louis bags? DEAD

I got some bad bitches with me
Every time I come around
Faces be so pretty & they asses be so round
Not Riri or Jay but I'ma say we run this town
Like a casket in the ground
Baby it's going down
Real niggas with me every time I come around
If there's money
We gon' go for it like it's 4th down
Patron & lemonade
I don't really do the brown
And like a plane crash nigga, it's going down

It's going down for that
Fucking Ben Frank loot
Kill ya dog for that money nigga
Like you Frank Luke
All I ever hear is how you
Get to work with Los
Cause every fuckin' bar is
Sicker than tuberculose
Dead on arrival, send him to the morgue swift
Get his weight ready, send him to the mortish
I love when a playa hater show me unbelief
(why?) cause, I won't hesitate to
Put a nigga underneath
Adios, I have his family wish him farewell
West Philly, I get fly like air mail
Bitches say Freck you ballin'
Like Golden State
Cause, I got the money longer
Than The Golden Gate
So many carats in the chain
They know I live to spend
Over 65 like a senior citizen (lotta carats)
And this the motherfuckin funeral
Street Fam, we connected like a uni-brow

It's goin' down, 12 O'clock ball drop
We push 911's, but we don't call cops
I'm Paul Blart nigga, all I do is mall cop
Being fly gon' be the death of me
Check my autops
None of the shit these niggas
Say should be called hot
My shit stay in niggas' heads
Flow bald spots
We get around, that just mean we all got
More American girls than the dolls spot
So, I'm fuckin' somebody's daughter
Brain so wet, she must drink smart water
Have all my money, not a penny shorter
I come through in accounts
End of the 4th quarter (nice)
They say real niggas keep some
Real bitches wit 'em these diamonds is bait
I just reel bitches wit 'em
The way they flash
You could take some still pictures wit 'em
I'm so dougie that I get
A Lil' Vicious wit 'em

Yes sir, there's still no competition
The fam's hooked, no rehabs or intervention
And rival rappers, we kill 'em dead
They end up missin' it's going down
Like a building set for demolition
And did I mention, every weekend in the club
We spendin' niggas' pension
We got these cowards under pressure
Can you feel the tension? I'm the coach
These players think they ballin'
Till I bench 'em (bench 'em)
And I'm flyer than you ever been
I'm flying where you never been
Chain smokin' Purple Kush
I'm high offa that medicine
I'm no rookie, but I am not a veteran
Not to toot my own horn
But, I know who I'm better than
I've got a speech impediment
I I k-keep stutterin'
F-F-Fi-duh-duh-duh boys
Y'all know who I'm running with
Keep that w-work comin' in
Money keep d doublin'
Yeah this town? we runnin' it if you like it
I love it then

Yeah I got a problematic flow
Get acrobatic dough
That mean it flip every month, yeah
Mathematical
If a sucker toy with mine, i'ma get radical
Cut 'em with the Gemstar
Hit 'em with the Calico (What else)
Dump on his momma house
You see me with llamas out
Layin' out my thug shit, narcotic drug shit
If nobody move, then nobody gettin' bodied
We in the penthouse, over lookin' everybody
I'm a over achiever, shine over shade
I keep my hoes over fucked & underpaid
Still rock a Rolex, in Miami it roll ex
Move through the club
The family skip the coat check
Leave blood on the floor
Like it skipped the co-tecs
We thugs baby, get green gold jets
Third Row flow, I'm a shocker major
See I always keep it raw
No stockin' on my gig what else?