Chris Rouleau - Where It'z Goin' Down lyrics

[Intro: Monoxide] Psychopathic Twiztid and Blaze running with a motherf**ing hatchet And only the Three-6 could match it So uh, tell me where it's at [Hook: amie 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?!?) [Verse 1: Jamie Madrox] I ain't the type to ask questions I'm the type of motherf**er ready to trip On anyone or anything all for the f** 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 sh** Twiztid, Triple-6 and Blaze, you can't f** with it [Verse 2: Juicy J] You know I ride with the tokah Quick to make your brain pop Memphis, Tenny, rollin' dirty Police and a road block n***as have to swallow d** n***as have to fake they mug n***as put they seat belt on Cut on the f**ing 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 n***a We ain't gonna hope you figure Where the cats done hid the stash Or I'll have to pull this trigga [Hook] [Verse 3: Blaze] Now where it's at? (drive-by!) Motherf**ers claiming to be thugs Can't see me on sh** 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!) b**h, 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 Go and ask them where it's at [Verse 4: Gangsta Boo] I took a xanex Yo, I like to split b**hes' wigs Split them to the white, f**in' kidnap ya kids Take that n***as wife, psych, lock you in the trunk Get so f**in' pumped, n***a, Gangsta Boo is crunk What you n***as know about them Calicoes and Glocks? sh** that go pop, n***a, burnin' up ya block f** the f**in' cops, call 'em, I don't give a f** Leave you in the mud, motherf**er, n***a what? [Hook] [Verse 5: DJ Paul] Play me ghetto on a n***a comin straight Were back were back...hey f**in' up the third word, can't get can't get sprayed n***as eyes wide shut They never see me comin' into the back But aces is just when I'm gunnin' Jiggy jiggy jack jack will be rollin' mad car Haters got me on scoop but they can't get me that far You gotta try and gotta run or try to head with starts f**in' n***a be most f**in' n***as be my heart, ho [Verse 6: Monoxide] Whatchu lookin' at? I can call it from here Been underground wit' the dirt in my eyes for many years Do the math motherf**er You can't see the mix We don't die, we multiply wit' the Triple-6 Merciless, territory worldwide Ridin' down your b**h-a** block, bumpin' Drive-By Blowin' up your High Rise We leave you trapped in the rubble f**in' wit' us is just trouble [Hook] [Verse 7: Lord Infamous] Gotta get it ghetto, drop the flower petal Pop the pistol metal, Rip one wit' me Drop 'em in the meadow, f**in' 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 hell Infamous, I'm droppin' shells Tie you to the rail b**h, I'll help you make that f**in' smell [Verse 8: Anybody k**a] 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 k** Anybody k**a'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 motherf**ers all around Bumpin' underground, everytime we seem to be in town [Hook x2]