Tracks
It's All Goin' Down
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Barrio, City, Drive By, Drugs, Energetic, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Guns, Street
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ, Piano, Synthesizer, Violin
BPM:
85
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
It's All Goin' Down
ITS ALL GOIN' DOWN
CHORUS
Its all goin down
You might wanna be around
Its gonna be apocalypse we dumpin clips
Bodies wont be found
Its all goin down you don't wanna be around
Its gonna be a lot of blood and smoke and guns
Its all goin down
VERSE 1
I been designed with the street life
Dyin with the street lights
Its been about a minute since this g can even sleep right
I got a nickel plated desert eagle with the lazer scope
Ima tell ya now better leave town for ya get found
Six feet down actin like a clown
Fool how ya like me now? Aint no sweat up off my brow
I got nine millimeters pop pop pop pop pop
Go them heaters I learned from Jamaicans
And im down with them Haitians
Sneak up on ya on vacation when nobody's around to save ya
Screamin for ya savior all that trick behavior
You been a punk shootin junk livin like a dog
Stealin from ya people man lying like a log
Infections need fixin im the medicine
Cutting it out of the skin im the doctor are you ready to begin?
Are you ready to pop that first shot? That's what I thought
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Actin like a dirty cop boy that'll get dropped
Roll around in a drop top bound to get shot
Circle round the block while my thumb goes cock
Cant ya see don't ya see that I will never stop
Im down like hip hop when I break a pop lock
Easy cause I jocked OG's when I was a little shorty
And they taught me 'bout the OZ's Uzi's nike's white t's
Crisp khakis im in the back in the '63 puffin on some loose leaf
Watchin dvd's of Bruce Lee drinkin brewskis
Freakin with some hoochies now im sippin on some Hennessy
I got them thug tendencies smart as a whip
When I pop that first clip drop the piece then I dip
I never had respect say ya name then I spit
You shoulda never flipped then you wouldn't get clipped
Have ya hangin off a cliff man bleedin from ya lips
VERSE 3
Man bleedin from ya lip loose I got proof
You was sinkin the ship im wearin gloves on the chrome grip
Thinking legit by tonight I'll be in vegas cashin all of my chips
And im calm cool collect ya never heard of me trip
I cant believe all these thieves climbin' up on my tip
Bitin is exciting till them hollow tips rip
Ya skin and im sick in the head like I said my seed need to get fed
Id rather shoot and grab loot live or be dead
Its goin down like I said cash under the bed(repeat)
CHORUS
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