DJ Premier - Downtown Swinga '98 lyrics

[Billy Danze] Ayo what up cobra, it's me (prime time!) BD, I get better with time like a fine wine You see, ever since I was a youth I promised to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth I never been accused of perjury I will clap gats at 'em cats if they try to murder me You heard of me, (Hilfigga!) Oh you better know it baby (ill legit!) But I try not to show it baby Cause if I got to show sk**, I will I'm comin from Brownsville, (Downtown) Swingin this bump bill, bringin it so ill (You n***as been warned) If I get to sidesteppin' and grippin' my weapon it's on Once I stretch 'em I'm gone, the old thug way (No need to stress him he gone) The no love way f** him! co*ks**er I'm lettin' you know You lookin for Brook, you went to Fizzy Wo, we Downtown [Hook: Lil Fame and Billy Danze (X2)] Who bringin this? Downtown Swinga! Swingin this Down here we be the kings of this Never ga**ed to do, what I have to do Splashin' you, blastin' you, international! [Lil Fame] Stand back when this n***a kick off, the black stallion All-American slash Trinidadian I make a dummy fold, dig him for his money roll Take the dummy's soul, blast shots in his skullyhole (Gangsta!) Mister fizzy Wo gettin' busy yo Make motherf**ers ask, "What the f** is he yo?" I tote the .45 when I feel I'm doomed f** them ca**ettes I don't plan to die no time soon Down, Downtown swinga Mash 'em out (no doubt) blast 'em out (no doubt) When it's hammer time we crash the house (no doubt) Regulate and clear the punk ba*tards out (no doubt) Yo I illustrate and design for those doin' crimes Totin' heat and in the streets like yellow lines And I'm here to represent for 'em So bow down, to them cats that swing Downtown [Hook] [Lil Fame] Oh sh**! It's on n***a Pack your sh**, and get gone n***a Here come Fame, Bill Danze and them (right!) Ain't no tame to handle 'em, (true) Cuz when I'm on a mission duke, grippin' a pistol duke Hot slugs be twistin' you, it's traditional (Let's co*k back the chrome) And wreck the party And I'm that one n***a that f** it up for everybody [Billy Danze] Get em up, clak clak! Hit 'em up, bookah bookah! Whet 'em up, bucka buck bucka! Shut 'em up, for good We regulate this hood downtown soldier And we will lay your a** down told ya In a heartbeat this is our streets we're divided in crews Bet' not nann one of you motherf**ers move, speak to me (Make moves) Wrong n***a to cross A lot of n***as found they self lost, and tossed in the fire [Scratches, samples to end]