Fabolous - It's Going Down lyrics

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Fabolous - It's Going Down lyrics

[Intro: Fabolous & DJ Drama] Fabolous: This is the funeral service right? DJ Drama: I got my suit on Fabolous: That's what I thought. aye Drama, Wa**up son? DJ Drama: Bodied 'em! Fabolous: What it look like n***a? It look like these n***as is dead to me! DJ Drama: It's finished Fabolous: Well f** that. when we see dead, we call dead where I'm from. These n***as in the club holding greygoose up like it's champagne? DEAD. These b**hes with fake tits, fake a**, talking 'bout they real b**hes? DEAD. These n***as wearing that guy off the block Gucci, these b**hes rockin them lady who come in the salon Louis bags? DEAD [Verse One: Fabolous] I got some bad b**hes with me every time I come around Faces be so pretty & they a**es be so round Not Riri or Jay but I'ma say we run this town Like a casket in the ground, baby it's going down Real n***as with me every time I come around If there's money, we gon' go for it like it's 4th down Patron & lemonade, I don't really do the brown And like a plane crash n***a, it's going down [Verse two: Freck Billionaire] It's going down for that f**ing Ben Frank loot k** ya dog for that money n***a, like you Frank Luke All I ever hear is how you get to work with Los Cause every f**in' bar is sicker than tuberculose Dead on arrival, send him to the morgue swift Get his weight ready, send him to the mortish I love when a playa-hater show me unbelief (why?) Cause I won't hesitate to put a n***a underneath Adios, I have his family wish him farewell West Philly, I get fly like air mail b**hes say Freck you ballin' like Golden State Cause I got the money longer than The Golden Gate So many carats in the chain, they know I live to spend Over 65 like a senior citizen (lotta carats) And this the motherf**in funeral Street Fam, we connected like a uni-brow [Verse 3: Fabolous] It's goin' down, 12 O'clock ball drop We push 911's, but we don't call cops I'm Paul Blart n***a, all I do is mall cop Being fly gon' be the d**h of me, check my autops None of the sh** these n***as say should be called hot My sh** stay in n***as' heads, flow bald spots We get around, that just mean we all got More American girls than the dolls spot So, I'm f**in' somebody's daughter Brain so wet, she must drink smart water Have all my money, not a penny shorter I come through in accounts, end of the 4th quarter (nice) They say real n***as keep some real b**hes wit 'em These diamonds is bait, I just reel b**hes wit 'em The way they flash, you could take some still pictures wit 'em I'm so dougie that I get a Lil' Vicious wit 'em [Verse 4: Freck Billionaire] Yes sir, there's still no competition The fam's hooked, no rehabs or intervention And rival rappers, we k** 'em dead, they end up missin' It's going down, like a building set for demolition And did I mention, every weekend in the club we spendin' n***as' pension We got these cowards under pressure, can you feel the tension? I'm the coach, these players think they ballin' till I bench 'em (bench 'em) And I'm flyer than you ever been, I'm flying where you never been Chain smokin' Purple Kush, I'm high offa that medicine I'm no rookie, but I am not a veteran Not to toot my own horn, but I know who I'm better than I've got a speech impediment, I-I k-keep stutterin' F-F-Fi-duh-duh-duh boys, y'all know who I'm running with Keep that w-work comin' in, money keep d-doublin' Yeah this town? we runnin' it. if you like it, I love it then Yeah I got a problematic flow, get acrobatic dough That mean it flip every month, yeah, mathematical If a s**er toy with mine, i'ma get radical Cut 'em with the Gemstar, hit 'em with the Calico Dump on his momma house, you see me with llamas out Layin' out my thug sh**, narcotic drug sh** If nobody move, then nobody gettin' bodied We in the penthouse, over lookin' everybody I'm a over achiever, shine over shade I keep my hoes over f**ed & underpaid Still rock a Rolex, in Miami it roll ex Move through the club, the family skip the coat check Leave blood on the floor, like it skipped the co-tecs We thugs baby, get green gold jets Third Row flow, I'm a shocker major See I always keep it raw, no stockin' on my gig what else?

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