Big Tymers - Bout to Go Down lyrics

[Verse 1 - Turk] Look, look, look I done told you once and I'm not gon' say it no mo' Stuntin in front them hoes sayin what you gon' do Now n***a, look here, you know you down bad round Runnin off the mouth, tellin me not to come around You must be trippin, what you think you Deebo? I don't care who you is what you think that I'm a ho? Never that never was and never would be I got a gat, I ain't just totin tryin to see I'm bout to pull off some mob-type sh** Put a bomb in a letta, send it to ya mom ya b**h Playin with me, look you better know what you doin partna Cuz I'm playin for keeps, slip up, n***a I got cha But I'mma do,you and bet the next n***a don't try me I'mma abuse-ya, cut-cha, and burn up ya body Playin raw like Gotti wrong like Gotti, you wack your ho And flea off in my Limo-tinted up-Ram [Hook] Why you lay that boy down-Cuz he play with me dogg Why you lay that ho down-Because she play with me dogg I heard you spray like four round-Off top, yes I did Turk is bout to go down (fo sho) It's bout to go down (fo sho) Why you lay that boy down-Cuz he play with me dogg Why you lay that ho down-Because she play with me fo' I heard you spray like four round-Yes I did, yes I did Turk is bout to go down, it's bout to go down [Verse 2 - Christina] Off top, f** it I show up at ya block and see Wit about fifty Glocks And I pop, pop, pop out my pretty pink drop Lil shop pumpin rocks up in the parkin lot Pull up in the light, with a coupe With a bag, matchin my boots I ain't here to be cute, I'm here to bring the truth But I gotta letcha b**hes know exacly how I do I know b**hes be like, "she can't really fight Ain't no ghetto in her", till I put the medal in her Take her, out of her misery, out of her hell, f** Shanelle sh**, I'm down to bring couple of nails b**h I touch with out reachin, huss you with out speakin Up-chick up before bullets start leakin I locked up and got my poker face on A.C. and the king, meet yall jokers face on Chumps get done f**in with the lady don Take your arms leave reachless sh**, I leave you speechless Tryin to take my mic cuz he slapped u outta reflex [Hook] Why you lay that boy down-Cuz he play with me dogg Why you lay that ho down-Because she play with me dogg I heard you spray like four round-Yes I did, yes I did Turk is bout to go down (fo sho) It's bout to go down (fo sho) Why you lay that boy down-Cuz he play with me dogg Why you lay that ho down-Because she play with me fo' I heard you spray like four round-Yes I did, yes I did Turk is bout to go down (off top) It's bout to go down [Verse 3 - Baby] Let's go b**h n***a take that frown down, before we tear it down Bring it cousin cuz this gangsta sh** should have been went down In the club, high off that fire woodie Right now, I guess it's bout time to holla woodie Didn't a n***a like to tell ya dead sonny, hundred round Lay'em down, f** over'em the n***a ain't nothin but a clown Uptown round, he gettin in his car burn him down Shot callin, I never get my hands dirty These hands were made for playin hoes and cookin birdies Off that bottle, I'm bad and I'm nervous Dick Clint, Big Chief, K-C, ya'll help me serv'em Everybody in the project know who choppin and who servin Cross the court, n***as whisperin and they nervous Step up comin home, pop a bottle, and cook a birdy Don't get it twisted, it's Cash Money real estate Platinum bullets, let his family see his f**in face [Hook] Why you lay that boy down-Cuz he play with me dogg Why you lay that ho down-Because she play with me dogg I heard you sprak like four round-Yes I did, yes I did Turk is bout to go down (fo sho) It's bout to go down (fo sho) Why you lay that boy down-Cuz he play with me dogg Why you lay that ho down-Because she play with me fo' I heard you spray like four round-Off top, yes I did Turk is bout to go down (off top) It's bout to go down (let's go)