JT the Bigga Figga - It's Goin' Down lyrics

Well, what do ya know, I'm ready to flow to tell a storie, the caper About the time I tried to get tha paper, ya feel me 1989 in the cut, on the grind Cause I'm fresh outta school wit my nickel-plated 9 I hit a cut or two, from the T the A the S the K, ya see Me up they beat up, players on the street up Creepin' in jack mode, smooth we hit the back row 4-deep in a astro van ready to tax those Unexpected players on the boulevard 14 years old, rocks in a stolen car And I thought I had it going on But my momma always told me it wouldn't last to long A hard head make a soft a** Wit a pocket full of rocks and a sock full of dirty cash It's like I trip down a one-way street Wit nowhere to turn and hard knocks to meet A young G about the situation Take the good wit the bad as I turn another page and Set it up going pound for pound Cause I knew one day, man, that the game was going down [Chorus:] You know it's going down, man Cause I knew one day that the players will get paid One my way to the T.O.P Wit the rest of the players from the GLP It's going down Can't cope wit the streetlife Two years done pa**ed and two homies done lost they life And now I grew a few inches taller No more dreams of being a big time baller No more cracks sacks, coke and knife straps Thinking about the Get Low, man and the G stacks Kicking facts when I'm in your town Cause I'm lettin' it be known man, that the game is going down [Chorus] Representing to the fullest I can pull this sh** completely You can't meet me toe-to-toe, at these hits I got the gift, G ... Foul from the start, so I'm sick wit my stidnyle Take it from me, I'm just a G about my paper Turnin' show out, I rose out I got much clout So bust a shot when I flow, coming through the door I let ya know I'm just a player representing Get Low I thought you knew me, you cannot do me, you ain't no player, punk Trippin' up off that sh**, man, that bombed out Cali stomp Funk wit the cleverness I can settle this It be a destiny it has to be smooth like a masterpiece Ya hit tha track quickly to get ya money on So I hit the Labb, to make this sh** gone Settin' it up, player, when I'm in your town Cause I'm lettin' it be known, man, that the game is going down