Where Itz Goin Down Lyrics
| Song | Where Itz Goin Down |
| Artist | Twiztid |
| Album | Freek Show |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Anybody Killa ... | |
| 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 the ? cocked | |
| Quick to make your brain pop | |
| Memphis, tenny, rollin' dirty | |
| Police and a road block | |
| Niggas have to swallow drugs | |
| Niggas have to fake they mug | |
| Niggas put they seat belt on | |
| Cut on the fucking cellular-phone | |
| On the top, we mob like gotti | |
| Sippin' on subjects, 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' chop and 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 down on the map | |
| Twiztid, triple 6, and blaze | |
| Go and ask them where it's at | |
| [gangsta boo] | |
| I took a ? | |
| Yo, i like to split bitches' wigs | |
| Split them to the white, fuckin' kidnap ya kids | |
| Take that niggas wife, psych, 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 | |
| Leave 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] | |
| Let me get a nigga comin' straight wit' black-b-black haze | |
| Fuck it, i be ???, get-ge-get sprayed | |
| Niggas' eyes wide shut, they never see me comin' | |
| Into the back, gun bangs to the chest, when i'm gunnin' | |
| Jiggy-jack, ??? in my car | |
| Haters keep on acting stupid but they can't get that far | |
| Gotta drive around the world if you trying to hang wit' stars | |
| Fuckin' niggas be my smoke, fuckin' niggas be my heart | |
| [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 | |
| We 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, rip one wit' me | |
| Drop 'em in the meadow, fuckin' wit' the devil | |
| Cold, 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 will feel the force | |
| When the triple-6 is on the swarm | |
| You don't wanna play in here | |
| Infamous, i'm droppin' 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' twisted wit' the three-6 | |
| Drive-by, finger on the trigger, i'm addicted | |
| Where's it goin' down? | |
| I guess right here, so where ya at? | |
| Runnin' wit' a hatchet, phantoms floatin' in the back | |
| We put it down for the psycho motherfuckers all around | |
| Bumpin' underground, everytime we seem to be in 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) |
| zuo qu : Anybody Killa ... | |
| Psychopathic | |
| Twiztid and blaze running with a motherfucking hatchet | |
| And only the three6 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, triple6 and blaze, you can' t fuck with it | |
| juicy j | |
| You know i ride with the ? cocked | |
| Quick to make your brain pop | |
| Memphis, tenny, rollin' dirty | |
| Police and a road block | |
| Niggas have to swallow drugs | |
| Niggas have to fake they mug | |
| Niggas put they seat belt on | |
| Cut on the fucking cellularphone | |
| On the top, we mob like gotti | |
| Sippin' on subjects, havin' a party | |
| If you wanna cross the three6 | |
| 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? driveby! | |
| Motherfuckers claiming to be thugs | |
| Can' t see me on shit | |
| Wit' chop and bananna clips | |
| I been dead, been back it' s like that | |
| Ridin' dirty wit' a birdie | |
| And a throwaway in the hatchback whooo! | |
| Bitch, where ya blacksack? | |
| By any means trying to elevate | |
| Never underestimate the contact don' t do it! | |
| I put down on the map | |
| Twiztid, triple 6, and blaze | |
| Go and ask them where it' s at | |
| gangsta boo | |
| I took a ? | |
| Yo, i like to split bitches' wigs | |
| Split them to the white, fuckin' kidnap ya kids | |
| Take that niggas wife, psych, 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 | |
| Leave 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 | |
| Let me get a nigga comin' straight wit' blackbblack haze | |
| Fuck it, i be ???, getgeget sprayed | |
| Niggas' eyes wide shut, they never see me comin' | |
| Into the back, gun bangs to the chest, when i' m gunnin' | |
| Jiggyjack, ??? in my car | |
| Haters keep on acting stupid but they can' t get that far | |
| Gotta drive around the world if you trying to hang wit' stars | |
| Fuckin' niggas be my smoke, fuckin' niggas be my heart | |
| 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 triple6 | |
| Merciless, territory worldwide | |
| Ridin' down your bitchass block, bumpin' driveby | |
| Blowin' up your high rise | |
| We 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, rip one wit' me | |
| Drop ' em in the meadow, fuckin' wit' the devil | |
| Cold, but they call me lord | |
| Coked out, very paranoid | |
| Orgys in the morn | |
| When three6 is on the vocal chord | |
| Marijuana scorched, like a torch | |
| Full of intercourse | |
| You will feel the force | |
| When the triple6 is on the swarm | |
| You don' t wanna play in here | |
| Infamous, i' m droppin' 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' twisted wit' the three6 | |
| Driveby, finger on the trigger, i' m addicted | |
| Where' s it goin' down? | |
| I guess right here, so where ya at? | |
| Runnin' wit' a hatchet, phantoms floatin' in the back | |
| We put it down for the psycho motherfuckers all around | |
| Bumpin' underground, everytime we seem to be in 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Anybody Killa ... | |
| Psychopathic | |
| Twiztid and blaze running with a motherfucking hatchet | |
| And only the three6 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, triple6 and blaze, you can' t fuck with it | |
| juicy j | |
| You know i ride with the ? cocked | |
| Quick to make your brain pop | |
| Memphis, tenny, rollin' dirty | |
| Police and a road block | |
| Niggas have to swallow drugs | |
| Niggas have to fake they mug | |
| Niggas put they seat belt on | |
| Cut on the fucking cellularphone | |
| On the top, we mob like gotti | |
| Sippin' on subjects, havin' a party | |
| If you wanna cross the three6 | |
| 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? driveby! | |
| Motherfuckers claiming to be thugs | |
| Can' t see me on shit | |
| Wit' chop and bananna clips | |
| I been dead, been back it' s like that | |
| Ridin' dirty wit' a birdie | |
| And a throwaway in the hatchback whooo! | |
| Bitch, where ya blacksack? | |
| By any means trying to elevate | |
| Never underestimate the contact don' t do it! | |
| I put down on the map | |
| Twiztid, triple 6, and blaze | |
| Go and ask them where it' s at | |
| gangsta boo | |
| I took a ? | |
| Yo, i like to split bitches' wigs | |
| Split them to the white, fuckin' kidnap ya kids | |
| Take that niggas wife, psych, 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 | |
| Leave 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 | |
| Let me get a nigga comin' straight wit' blackbblack haze | |
| Fuck it, i be ???, getgeget sprayed | |
| Niggas' eyes wide shut, they never see me comin' | |
| Into the back, gun bangs to the chest, when i' m gunnin' | |
| Jiggyjack, ??? in my car | |
| Haters keep on acting stupid but they can' t get that far | |
| Gotta drive around the world if you trying to hang wit' stars | |
| Fuckin' niggas be my smoke, fuckin' niggas be my heart | |
| 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 triple6 | |
| Merciless, territory worldwide | |
| Ridin' down your bitchass block, bumpin' driveby | |
| Blowin' up your high rise | |
| We 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, rip one wit' me | |
| Drop ' em in the meadow, fuckin' wit' the devil | |
| Cold, but they call me lord | |
| Coked out, very paranoid | |
| Orgys in the morn | |
| When three6 is on the vocal chord | |
| Marijuana scorched, like a torch | |
| Full of intercourse | |
| You will feel the force | |
| When the triple6 is on the swarm | |
| You don' t wanna play in here | |
| Infamous, i' m droppin' 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' twisted wit' the three6 | |
| Driveby, finger on the trigger, i' m addicted | |
| Where' s it goin' down? | |
| I guess right here, so where ya at? | |
| Runnin' wit' a hatchet, phantoms floatin' in the back | |
| We put it down for the psycho motherfuckers all around | |
| Bumpin' underground, everytime we seem to be in 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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